As I Sat on my Dead Grandmother’s Knee

The really nice thing about zines by older people is that they’re positive proof that you don’t have to get all boring and stuffy as you age. When Terry McAdorey got a nasty letter from a new neighbour about some yard work last year; he composed a satirical reply pretending to be a rabid tree-worshipper, and signed it Cornilious P. McStone. He enjoyed the experience so much that he wound up writing several poems and a graffiti collection in McStone’s name. His daughter suggested he put them together in a zine, and here they are. The poems range from scatological to nostalgic…sometimes they’re both at once…and they’re really pretty good. McStone seems like a cranky bugger, but funny; and he’d like to find out more about zines, so send him a trade. (Wendy Banks)

poetry, trade, Cornilious P. McStone, McStone & McStone Publishers, 18 Davenport Road, Suite 1006, Toronto, ON, M5R 3M3