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Introducing the Vaughan Poetry Map

Vaughan Public Libraries has created a new way to explore the city through poetry, in celebration of National Poetry Month and the City of Vaughan‘s 25th Anniversary. Introducing the Vaughan Poetry Map! I’m very proud to have been a part of its creation, as a member of the editorial panel and as a contributor. Click on the green circle below Boyd Conservation Area to read my poems, “Waltz” and “Dear Brother”.

Enjoy all of the wonderful work! Click HERE to access the map.

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Winter’s Tale

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Twilight on Ice (Visual Poem)

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frozen citrus twilight tinged City’s fading sight;

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sleeping willow tendrils wrap around me in this hourglass, this naked January

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I promised a dance to Winter

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and I remember that the river // though cold, continues to flow, to breathe beneath the ice

To view the full Steller flipbook, click here.

Frozen citrus twilight
tinged City’s fading sight;
sleeping willow tendrils wrap around me in
this hourglass,
this naked January

I promised a dance to Winter

and I remember
that the river, though cold,
continues
to flow, to breathe
beneath the ice

Steller Stories

liveforcolourI started using Steller this weekend, a beautiful app that I consider a far better, and much more aesthetically appealing, type of Instagram. It has a range of text, video, and photo design layouts and allows you to tell stories with your pictures. Check it out, and follow me at “crisrizz” for my mini-vignettes on travel and cuisine.

Click HERE to read my first story, “Live for Colour”, part of Steller’s #stellerresolution community hashtag. Enjoy🙂

10 countries. 33 cities.

Happy New Year!

New Year’s Eve is always a time for reflection. As I get ready for tonight’s festivities, I look back on 2014 and feel only gratitude, joy, and, truthfully, a shred of disbelief – in 12 months, I visited 10 countries and 33 cities on 2 continents.

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Florence, Italy – one of my favourite places

I crossed the English Channel from the White Cliffs of Dover to Calais, France. I toured these gorgeous bodies of water: Lake Lucerne in Switzerland on a foggy, rainy, summer evening (all the more magical), the river Seine in Paris (for the third time), the Rhine River Valley in Germany, Miami’s South Beach, and the Amstel river in Amsterdam. I swam in the Tyrrhenian and Mediterranean seas in southern Italy and the Amalfi Coast, and the Pacific and Atlantic oceans.

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Cappuccino at my favourite café, Bar Le Logge

As I wrote back in September upon my return, I sampled delicacies from different places, danced all night, read by rivers, boarded boats and trains and tiny little cars on tiny little roads, went to the tops of mountains and bobsledded down them, traversed valleys, strolled cities and small, cobblestone alleys, drank cappuccinos, drank (a lot of) fantastic wine, discussed current affairs with people from around the world, sat on cafe patios, read books that made a difference in my life, made lasting friendships, expanded my knowledge, lived and thrived in the countryside, counted stars, learned, embraced. And I did it all with complete strangers, or completely alone.

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Me in Venice, Italy – a city whose inimitable charm is only discovered through exploration

I had the immense pleasure of visiting four of the most beautiful, celebrated, and renowned wine regions in the world – Napa Valley, California, USA; Chianti, Tuscany, Italy; Niagara, Ontario, Canada; and the Rhine River Valley, Germany. Each experience is special, for entirely different reasons. I toured California from north to south throughout (a much less-crowded) January with my love; lived in Chianti for two months at a writing residence, where I finished a future manuscript, with international artists that I am fortunate to call my friends (Tommy Graham, Ellen and Patrick Coffey, Kristin Man, and Alli Rath); regularly visit the breathtaking Niagara region; and spent a couple of memorable Riesling-and-bier-filled days in Germany. For more pictures of my summer vacation, check out my September post here.

Each place is saturated in my memory. They are vivid and colourful and inspiring and alive. I feel so privileged to not only have truly experienced life, but to have participated in the art of fine living. I’m thankful for everything.

I wish you all a very healthy, happy, prosperous new year.

Here’s to more adventure in 2015!

Issue 10: Surrealism

I’m honoured to be featured in FEMMELDEHYDE’s beautiful new creation, Issue 10: Surrealism, along with other wonderful Toronto writers and photographers. Read the entire issue at www.femmeldehyde.com.

“We danced in silver moonlight as the skies shed a single star in melancholic ecstasy”

Click here or on the picture below to read my short piece, Sanctuary of Lovers, the title of which is taken from this poem:

Do you know, knower, what the night is?
It is the sanctuary of lovers.
On this glorious night
I am drunk with the moon.
The moon has fallen in love
and the night has gone mad.
– Rumi, Gardens of the Beloved

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Travel Poetry

Hi, everyone! I am excited to announce my new project, Travel Poetry, a digital literary travel magazine. We are accepting submissions for the inaugural issue until the end of January. Please follow the Blog at http://www.travelpoetrymagazine.com/blog/, or on Instagram at @travelpoetrymag, where I post travel vignettes, photos, and poetry. And, of course, visit the Submit page to submit your poetry or short stories.

Here is the latest post from Paris, France:

Each night, in the quivering reflection of puddles
shivering in the cold,
rolled beneath sidewalks awash with tears,
the curbsides of cafes,
a streetlight’s lazy halo,
the shifting shapes of love that stroll blindly in the night,
shadows of passers-by dance
a melancholy waltz.
Arms and legs sway and twirl,
swirling in the street
sheets of rain upon their elongated limbs.
Shadows part, then melt
together again
by a boulangerie, fingers slide
slowly down a creamy neck.
Elegant, curved, a woman swerves delicately
on a moon-coloured arm.
Here in puddles where shadows meet
Life ripples briefly,
on the drowning streets of Paris.

‘The drowning streets of Paris’
From The Music Makers by Cristina Rizzuto, crisrizz (Blaurock Press, 2012)

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© Photo by Cristina Rizzuto (@crisrizz)