sundayat6mag

The genesis of a magazine, or indeed any work of conception and creation, is a mammoth undertaking.

However, once begun, it becomes an obsession. This has happened with sunday @ 6.

Before the obsession came the inspiration: in this case, a group of people who met by chance one morning in a cafe and decided to get together to write and critique each others’ work. Some of these people are now members of the editorial team for sunday @ 6.

The members of the editorial team, all artists in their respective fields, have a profound understanding of the creative process. Their choices are based on that initial insight where a story, poem or essay captures the imagination or sparks a recognition of the humanity we look for in ourselves, and in our writing.

The name sunday @ 6 evokes for me the notion of a literary salon of the Enlightenment or ‘la belle époque’: eras when literary-minded individuals would come together to discuss literature, art or music. An online publication does not bring people into the same physical space but it does provide a place where minds can meet, albeit virtually. The comments box at the bottom of each page provides a point of interaction between writer and reader.

The graphic design of the mag hopefully captures the mood of these earlier periods of intellectual excitement but functions technically much like a modern day e-reader, allowing one to scroll easily down the page without either columns or tiny print to distract the gaze.

The goal of sunday @ 6 is to offer local writers and poets the opportunity to publish their work and find a readership in their communities. Each edition will also feature writers and poets with national and international reputations.

Respected poet and Chair of the English Department at Concordia University, Jason Camlot, offered sunday @ 6 the poem which follows, as a celebration of our achievement.

Christine A. Davet
Founding Editor, sunday @ 6

Silent Birthday Prayers by Jason Camlot

Not wishes,
prayers,

are cautiously said
so never to be heard.

A prayer that Cherry Pez
be dispensed to the dead.

A prayer that all memories
be bagged confetti.

A prayer upon the blue
helium balloon.

A prayer for icing sugar
on bubble gum cigars.

A prayer without Amens
upon birthday napkins.

Strange prayers that the dead
shall know raspberry blue, strawberry red.

Jason Camlot