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The Drowning Girls. Bessie, Alice, and Margaret have two things in common: they are married to George Joseph Smith, and they are dead.

Described by Carol Bolt as "a world full of poetry and ceremony and mystery, where questions can be asked if not answered," Never Swim Alone and This Is A Play are two of Daniel MacIvor&#

In poems that risk the comingling of anger and elegy, poetry and documentation, humour and the dark spectre of poverty, Michelle Porter’s Inquiries oscillates at its edges, and amplifies the presen

In Narrow Cradle, Wade Kearley explores the midlife encounter with mortality and the ways we strive to resist, deny, cheat, and even bargain with it.

"Waniskatota ka pe wapahk", a Cree translation of "Rising with a Distant Dawn", is a powerful poetry collection that stretches across boundaries to give a voice to the lives and

The book creatively reveals the beautiful and bitter essences of the world from a distinctive Indigenous female voice.

In their fourth collection of poetry, Lambda Literary Award-winning poet and writer Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha continues her excavation of working-class queer brown femme survivorhood and des

Jesse Patrick Ferguson brings music and poetry into conversation with each other in this compelling debut collection.

A sequence of poetic reveries that collide and collude suburban routine with subconscious fantasy.

With her remarkable debut collection, Yukon poet Clea Roberts proffers a perceptive & ecological reading of the Canadian North's past & present.

Through lyric and language poetry, this book explores and reimagines archives and histories of transsexuality and gender-from psychoanalysis, sexology, literature, anthropology, and feminism, as we

Dear Black Girls is a letter to all Black girls. Every day, poet and educator Shanice Nicole is reminded of how special Black girls are and of how lucky she is to be one.

Swinging from post-explosion Beirut to a Montreal balcony in summer, the verse and prose poems in THE GOOD ARABS ground the reader in place, language, and the body. Peeling and rinsing radishes.

Driving along the Pacific Coast Highway, you come to a road sign: Entering Sappho. Nothing remains of the town, just trash at the side of the highway and thick, wet bush.

Swivelmount's concerns - the collapse of subject and world, eros and law, knowledge and bafflement - gain new urgency as Babstock fiercely reimagines and reassembles the remnants into a viable