Monday, September 07, 2026

St. Lawrence Writers Festival Friday, September 11, 2026 -- 5:30pm - 6:15pm Brockville

 


Friday, September 11, 2026 


Looking forward to my conversation with author, poet, musician and multimedia artist Gary Barwin. We'll be discussing his latest book The Comedian's Book of the Dead.  

Audience Q&A.

If you're in Brockville Ontario (and my god, why wouldn't you be), come by and see us. 

Arts Hub Brockville
32 Park Street
Brockville, Ontario 
in between Toronto on Montreal off the 401



Tuesday, August 25, 2026

Back to Basics

 



Good day.


Please be advised that as of September 5, 2026,  I will be back using blogspot. 

Please see my website www.carolynbennettwritercomic.com for more information on why I have decided to discontinue Squarespace.

Thank you.

As you were.



Monday, December 21, 2020

Season's Greetings from CBennettworld

Season's Greetings from the person, place and thing know as CBennettworld. All my imaginary employees wish you and your family peace, prosperity and good health in 2021 and beyond. Everyone, from the assembly line workers who package those last minute items you ordered online to the management team that oppresses them, wish you and your loved and tolerable ones joy this holiday season.

And what a holiday season it is! No attempts at conversation with more successful peers at festive unions gatherings, no choking down freezer burned hor d'oeuvres at recovery meetings, no guilt about not shopping for gifts online or at the mall  -- this truly is a season of blessings for the introvert, the indifferent, or the selfish.

Of course, a monolith like CBennettworld must make a display of charitable endeavours. To that end, we have delivered a wagon full of remaindered goods to a local homeless shelter, including Hai Karate (dealcoholized), Easy-Bake Ovens, and Carolyn Bennett's debut novel Please Stand By. We also have pledged 775 million dollars to send a Canadian to the moon, to scout for suitable locations for our warehouse expansion. We hope to be manufacturing something on the moon by 2025, and have signed an exclusive deal with Tim Horton's to be the official lunar coffee chain in our retail stores. We are a forward-looking conglomerate, and right now, I am looking forward at a guy leaf-blowing garbage off the sidewalk and onto the street in front of his house.

2020 started off with optimism and is ending with despair. I think it was Job, or Justin Bieber, who said "the Lord giveth and the lord taketh away." As a thought leader, I would like to offer a comforting take on that phrase -- "but the Lord giveth again, and will taketh away again, and then giveth again, and then taketh away again, and so on."  

It's not the end of civilization as we know it; it's the beginning of the end of civilization as we know it. Would that be so bad? Would eliminating social, racial and economic inequality be so bad? Would cleaning our environment, inventing green technologies to power our world, and allowing for arts, culture and scientific exploration to flourish be so bad? Would being kinder to each other and cutting each other some slack be so bad?

Do we need to produce any more useless crap on this earth? No! Because we will be doing that on the moon in 2025, fingers crossed.

In the meantime, from my stent-filled heart to yours, my imaginary employees and I wish you a calm and bright Christmas, miles away from family and friends. We're all in this together.

Signed,

Imaginary CEO

CBennettworld

 

Monday, November 16, 2020

News of the CBennettworld

 
Greetings this day in November 2020.

I am happy, if not shocked, to report that I have received a Toronto Arts Council grant to support a new writing project. Please keep an eye out for short stories penned by me and collected under the title Going in a Different Direction, publication date TBA.

And if you are available Monday, November 23 at 1PM, please join me as I participate in the panel discussion Isolation, Disruption, and the Healing Benefit of the Arts. The discussion is part of the annual conference of the Canadian Senior Artists’ Resource Network (CSARN). Registration is free. https://www.csarn.ca/conference/

Stay well, cats.


 

Monday, September 21, 2020

I Miss Stage 1

miss Stage 1

It was good fun

hanging in my jammies

having little nappies

in the afternoon

it went so soon

Grocery clerks were heroes

celebrities were zeros

you couldn’t see me

I had on homemade PPE

I miss Stage 1

I miss Stage 1

it was good fun

Unless you had Covid-19

Devastation not foreseen

Except by those in the know

Sounding the alarm

Of the virus’ great harm

Rest of us ate treats like fudge

Now we have pandemic pudge

But at least we’re still breathing

our babies now be teething

but we’re the lucky ones

we haven’t died from guns

we can login

sip bespoke gin

and be at work with no commute.

our shrunken lives we must compute

That’s why I Miss Stage 1

when everyone had fun

hanging out in jammies

having little nappies

Nature said Time out

you need to layabout

Let me have some rest

While I put you to the test

stay still

or I will kill

You.


Sunday, June 21, 2020

Cancel Culture: A Ten Minute Play



Cancel Culture: A Ten Minute Play
Written: February 2020
By: Carolyn Bennett

Characters:
Carmen: 65
Jody: 55
David: 65ish
Taylor: teenager

Time: The present

Scene: Hall. A few celebratory helium balloons decorate the space. A tense Carmen places a table cloth on a table, smoothing and fussing with it. Jody enters.

Carmen: So?

Jody: Nope.

Carmen: So we have --

Jody: Nobody.

Carman: Nobody?

Jody: Nobody.

pause

Carmen: Nobody?

Jody: No .. body.

Carmen: Great. Just great. C’mon. There’s got to be somebody.

Jody pulls out list and reads

Jody: Winston Aaron no.  Carol Abascal, no. Janice Abbate, no. Pauline Abbott, no. Gina Abbruzzese, no, Moza Abbuhl, no --

Carmen: You’re going alphabetically.

Jody: I’m going alphabetically. I can go by street address or postal code if you want.

Carmen waves Jody off. Her phone rings. Carmen answers.

Carmen: Hello it’s Carmen. Oh, it’s you. Yeah, yeah. See you soon.

Jody: Dave?

Carmen: Dave. 

Jody: Dave counts.

Carmen: No he doesn’t – he’s my husband. Can’t you find someone? Anyone to volunteer?

Jody: You want me to find volunteers to volunteer for the volunteer appreciation night?

Carmen: It’s just a suggestion

Jody: Do you want me to pull people off the street?

Carmen: ... naw, better not.

Jody: I was joking.

Carmen: That’s how we did it in the old days. If we were short Meals on Wheels runners, we’d knock on a neighbour’s door and ask to borrow their kids for a few hours.

Jody: Really?

Carmen: No, but it sounds good.

Jody: Hmm. What about Irwin?

Carmen: Dead.

Jody: Dead?

Carmen: Dead.

Jody: Really? I just saw him last ... uh... yeah, so that’s why I haven’t seen him lately. What about Madeleine?

Carmen: Moved.

Jody: Craig?

Carmen: Hospitalized.

Jody: Agnes?

Carmen: Dead.

Jody: Doesn’t she have a .. proxy?

Carmen: This isn’t an election.

Dave enters with bags of chips, etc..

Dave: What time is it?

Jody: Quarter to.

Dave looks around

Dave: This is it?  Bumbaclot! Honest to god!

Carmen: Did you get Cheezies.

Dave: Yeah.

Pulls orange puffs out of shopping bag.

Carmen: What are these?

David: Cheesies.

Carmen: No they’re not. (Reads package) These are Cheesys. Cheesys with an “s” and a “y”.

David: So?

Carmen: I asked for Cheezies. With a “z” and an “ie”.

David: ... what are you talking about?

Carmen:: Did you get these at Dollar Tree? Our account is with Dollarolio now.

David: Then they should be pronounced Cheezzzeezz!

Carmen: Ok!  Let’s just calm down. Let’s regroup.

Jody: How about we just group.

Dave: (to Carmen) Look, sweets, you’ve had a good run. Done some good things around here.

Jody: Dave’s right, Carmen.

Dave: You’ve built playgrounds for kids. You’ve delivered thousands of meals to seniors. You’ve provided skills training for people living with disabilities. You’ve helped build the community up. But maybe now’s the time to say – fuck ‘em

Jody: Dave has a point, Carm.

Carmen: The Board is gonna be here any minute... we're screwed.. Can you be .. bigger.

Dave: Bigger?

Carmen: Yeah. Puff up your chest. Fill up the room more.  

Dave: You’re always telling me to lose weight. Now you want me to be bigger.

Jody: Maybe it’s time we took a package.

Carmen: Package? Of what? Where?

Jody: No, a package. As in thanks for your dedicated service, blah blah blah, here’s two years salary and don’t let the door hit you on the way out.

Dave: There’s a package? What about for volunteers?

Jody: You might get doughnuts.

Carmen: I haven’t heard anything about a package.

Jody: That’s because you don’t hang out in the lunchroom.

Carmen: My work here is not done.

Jody: But it looks like the work around here might be done.

Carmen sighs, busies herself with the Cheesys, goes off stage to look for a bowl.

Dave: There’s a package?

Jody: There’s talk of a package.

Dave: I wish there was more I could do. Could have done. I mean, I know --
Jody: -- you weren’t well, Dave. You’re better now. You didn’t plan to get sick. You’re helping us now.

Dave: I’m not bringing in any money.

Jody: That will come again.

Carmen returns with Cheesys in a bowl, and looking at her phone.

Dave: Will it?

Carman: Linda cancelled. That makes it official. Not a single volunteer is coming to the volunteer appreciation night.

Dave: I’m here.

Carmen: You don’t --

Jody: -- That’s right, Dave’s here.

A door sounds off stage. Footsteps. They turn their heads towards the sound.

Carmen: I think the Board’s here.  Bet you it’s Charles.

Jody: Maybe the volunteers will show up. Later.

Carmen: He’s gonna give his speech and leave. (beat) We tried. We’ve tried all our lives.

A teenager wearing a backpack enters. She stops. She looks at them and they look at her.

Carmen: Can I help you?

Taylor: Is this, uh --

Carmen: Are you looking for the teen writing club? It’s down the hall.

 Taylor: (looks at her phone then texts. Beat) Is this .. are you, Carman?

Carmen: Yes.

Taylor: Hi. (extends hand). I’m Taylor.

Carmen: Hello.

Taylor: Yeah, um, the Board of Directors couldn’t make it tonight, so I’m filling in.

Jody: You?

Taylor: I know, right?

Carmen: What do you mean the Board couldn’t make it?

Taylor: The Board.. for the non-profit. This one.

Jody: No one? All five members?

Taylor: Everyone is busy. So I --

Dave: Volunteered?

Taylor: I know, right?

Dave extends his hand

Dave: Nice to meet you. Look at that – we have a volunteer!

Taylor: (shakes his hand) Nice to meet you too. I’m Taylor.

Dave: I’m Dave. A volunteer.

Taylor: Mr. Weal – Charles – is my dad. So is this it? Did I miss it? Is it over, or what?

Jody: Uh, yes. Yes, we’re just wrapping up --

Carmen: No we’re not, we’re --

Taylor: -- I’m a complete dumbo when it comes to time. My phone says it’s 2 a.m. It thinks it’s still in Paris. It has a mind of its own. And honestly, I’m too, I don’t know, kinda depressed to change it back.

Carmen: The appreciation night hasn’t started yet. No one has shown up.

Beat. Taylor laughs.

Taylor: That’s hilarious!

Jody: Carmen – you crack me up.

Jody laughs, then stares at Dave to laugh. Dave starts laughing. Carmen glares at them.

Taylor: Listen, I have remarks I have to deliver on behalf of the Board. Is it okay if I just say them to you?

Jody/Dave: Yes         Carmen: No.

Taylor: Thanks so much. This won’t take long.

She clears her throat and reads off her phone. She struggles with it.

Taylor: Thank you ... placeholder ...for your kind introduction. MPP Saunderson. Your Worship. Reverend Livingston. Ladies and Gentleman. I am pleased to --

Jody: -- Taylor, why don’t you stand over here so we can see you better.

Jody moves Taylor over to one side, so she stands in front of Jody, Dave and Carmen

Jody: Better.

Taylor: Thank you .. placeholder --

Jody/Dave: Carmen--

Taylor:  Thank you Carmen, for your kind introduction. MPP Saunderson. Your Worship. Reverend Livingston. Ladies and Gentleman. I am pleased to join you tonight to celebrate the women and men who give so freely of their time to be of service to our community. What is a volunteer? According to the Cambridge dictionary, a volunteer is a noun that means a person who does something, especially helping other people, willingly and without being forced or paid to do it. According to Merriam dash Webster dot com, a volunteer is a noun that means someone --

Carmen: You don’t have to do this. It’s fine.

Taylor: Yeah, this is awkward. There's just one important thing I have to tell Carmen and Jody in private. Is that --

Carmen/Jody: Yup/us.

Taylor: O.k.

She looks at Dave

Dave: I’ll go stand over there.

Dave stands apart from the women.

Taylor: OK. (reads from her phone) The Board has entered into an agreement with TockTech to acquire humanoid robots for elder and child care duties. This may result in redundancies within the organization.

Carmen: What! No. No No, stop.

Taylor: That was the whole message anyway.

Carmen: No. The Board bails on volunteer appreciation night, and then send a kid  -- no offense -- to tell us we’re being replaced by robots? You know what? Fuck ‘em!

Jody: (laughs uncomfortably)– Carmen you’re hilarious. Isn’t Carmen hilarious Dave?

Dave: I dunno – is she? Am I supposed to listen?

Carmen: Actually, they can go to hell.

Jody: Oh Carm, you really are killing it.

Taylor:  Oh gosh, I gotta show you something else.

Taylor digs in her backpack and pulls out an Alexa type speaker device

This is part of the new AI social services thing the Board wants to initiate.

She places the speaker on the table

Go ahead. Ask Hubert anything.

Jody: Hubert?

Speaker voice responds

Hubert: The capitol of Ethiopia is Addis Ababa.

Jody: Are you taking our jobs?

Hubert: Not me, but an army of cute, cuddly robots.

Dave: What about volunteers?

Hubert: No we still need humans for that.

Dave: Good luck, voice in the box!

Hubert:  Do you mean Jack in the Box?

Carmen: Do we get a package?

Hubert: That is TBD. Confidential.

Carmen and Jody react

Taylor: Hubert. Reassure these agitated older people.

Hubert: (softly): Sssshhh. There, there. Sshhhh. Repeat after me. I’m not lonely.

Dave: I’m not lonely.

Hubert: I’m not lonely.

Dave: I'm not lonely

Carmen looks bewildered. Taylor puts a hand on her shoulder.

Taylor: It only works if you participate.

Taylor pulls her hand away from Carmen's shoulder, wipes her hands with sanitizer, and exits.

Soft spotlight on Dave, Jody and Carmen fades as they speak

Hubert: I’m not lonely.

Dave//Jody: I’m not lonely.

Hubert: I’m not lonely.

Dave//Jody: I’m not lonely.

Carman: I am.

Black

End


Thursday, April 30, 2020

Elevator Pitch: April 2020, Toronto


          

          The elevator slowed. The 68 button lit up.
          "Don't come in. Don't come in . Don't come in."
          The elevator stopped at the 68th floor.
          I searched for the close door button with my elbow, aimed, and leaned my weight into it.  For crying out loud, I was only going to the pharmacy to buy some generic desloratadine. Yes, I should have be shopping for a month's worth of groceries, but I get them delivered and besides, I was ready to rip out my eyes and serve them up to my followers on Instagram. Here -- have my itchy, watery, burning eyes, bitches.
          The doors parted with a tinny rumble. For a moment, stillness, as if someone had snapped a photo. The taupe wall, the utilitarian mauve carpet, someone's ideas of 2015 functional opulence. I was suckered, I must admit. I'm no longer a suckee. I got wise.
          And that's why I dread seeing him.
          I didn't know I was holding my breath, my hope was that intense. I tucked my head down. Please don't let it be him.
          The first thing I saw were his black 10 percent leather Oxfords and his statement socks, socks detailed with intricate mushrooms. Even through my blurry vision, I could see mushrooms, like hovering spaceships. I wish.
          I kept my head down, but there was no point. Sometimes you have to look your tormentor in the eye.
          He began. "Okay. How about this. Masks for dogs."
          He had his grey blazer on, again, of inferior make, but business casual passable. I had to, had to respond because I'm conditioned by god knows what to be accommodating, even to this guy.
          "Being made by the thousands in Oklahoma as we speak." I kept my fists clenched in my hoodie pockets.
          "Okay." He drummed his fingers on his smooth shaven cheeks, again, kudos to him. "Cats?"
          "Probably. Look, I don't want to appear--"
          "What about a show about a guy, a sales guy who's been laid off, who ... hustles his neighbours to invest in his ideas?"
          I shot a desperate look at the floor button panel. Buttons lit up in succession-- 60, 59, 58 -- wasn't anyone in the building going out for air?
          "Or delivering balloons to construction workers? To cheer them up? They're front line workers, aren't they? Or what about -- the Real Housewives of Toronto, but they're all drag queens? That's good! Don't you think that's good?"
          The elevator slowed and stopped at the 49th floor. The doors parted to reveal a young woman wearing a rhinestone mask and clutching an Affenpinscher. She saw us and shook her head.
          "No. it's okay!" I said. "There's enough room in here. We can fit three."
The elevator doors closed as she took a step back.
          "Robots. I mean, come on, it's about time. A little after the fact, even. Hair cutting robots?"
          "Prototypes in Japan. They also cut your toenails and give you a massage." I couldn't bring myself to tell him about the happy ending.
          "A vaccine?"
          "Of course."
          "Yeah, I can't get that together" He tapped his forehead with his index finger.
          I cursed my laptop's camera. Communication, I have come to understand, is not always an individual's obligation to society.
          "Listen," he spread his hands wide, by his own side and at a safe distance, "one channel. For everything. For our televisions, for our dishwashers, our beds, thermostats, heartbeats, cars --
          "Internet of Things. Now please, I have nothing to --
          "But you do, Jessica. You're an influencer. You have a million followers. And I'm just some guy. You know what I have in my fridge? A quarter of a burrito and truffle poutine from last week. I don't want to go to the food bank! How about -- hair extension extensions?"
          The elevator dropped, kept dropping, down, down, and bereft, I saw my eventual death, and his eventual death, as frivolous. Still, I caught his pleading gaze. There was nothing I could do.
          "Let me see what I can do."
          He grinned weakly. He was no idiot. Between us nothing but white noise, then his "thank you."
          Small mercies. Desloratadine was on sale.