Ken Howe is a dyed-in-the-wool Québécois born in Edmonton, who moved north to the idyllic town of Beaverlodge at age nine. He studied horn (a.k.a. French horn) performance in university and later became a Jesuit novice. Still later he landed a job as principal horn of the Regina Symphony, where he remained for eight years before being fired just as his first poetry collection, Household Hints for the End of Time, was being released. He now lives in Quebec City and has a fun job as a translator. His tenuous hold on sanity is ensured by his wife, E., and their son, Zachary. (Author photo by Zachary Howe)
"In Ken Howe's witty, thoughtful new book, trees are points of reference, compositional elements, instigators of verbal riffs, and splendid imaginative fields. Without being required to behave like human beings, they show us, by contrast, and with pleasing complexity, something about what it is to be human."
Wolsak and Wynn