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Sonja Ruth Greckol's Monitoring Station enters a slipstream of space and planetary language, circling time, embodying loss and longing, generating and regenerating in a faltering climate. Orbiting through a mother's death, a grandbaby's birth, and a pandemic summer, these poems loop and fragment in expansive and empathetic ways. The title poem locates a settler voice revisiting Treaties 6 and 7 and the Métis lands of her Alberta childhood, while the overall collection is tethered to Toronto shadowed by northland prairie.

In there's more, Uchechukwu Peter Umezurike takes on the rich concepts of home and belonging: home lost and regained, home created with others and with the land, home as "anywhere we find something to love." Giving voice to the experiences of migrant and other marginalized citizens whose lives society tends to overlook, this collection challenges the oppressive systems that alienate us from one another and the land.

Indie Rock candidly focuses on a queer poet/musician's life in Newfoundland and his personal struggles with addiction, OCD, and trauma. This intelligent and punchy collection is steeped in musicality and the geographies and cadences of Newfoundland. With an astute attention to form, rhythm, and aesthetics, Joe Bishop tells an honest and contemporary coming-of-age story about an artist alienated from, but fascinated by, the world he inhabits.

In this, her fourth book of poetry, one of Canada's best-loved poets takes on one of the most compelling divas of our time. In sixty-one audacious poems, Jeanette Lynes re-imagines and reanimates the peripatetic art, life, and times of Dusty Springfield. Alternating between playful irreverence and profound compassion, It's Hard Being Queen paints a compulsively readable portrait of an extraordinary life. Each page is infused with wit, drama, and, of course, music. Jeanette Lynes not only steps into the icon's shoes-she lives in her skin.

Atiku utei, « le coeur du caribou », c'est la force d'un peuple et sa grande humilité. Les Innus ont marché à travers les tempêtes de la vie. Ils ont traversé des montagnes pour se nourrir de l'esprit du caribou. Ils puisaient en lui leur force, leur courage, leur savoir. Au son du tambour, l'appel de la forêt aiguise l'instinct. La poète au cœur du caribou entend la voix de Madiba, Nelson Mandela. Elle entend les tambours jaillir et leur son ressemble à ceux de son peuple. Lui, son cœur, c'est la paix et cette poussière qui soulève le ciel à l'infini.

Direct and humorous, Baby Book stacks story upon story to explore how beliefs are first formed. From a family vacation on a discount bus tour to a cosmogony based on cheese, these poems accumulate around principles of contingency and revelation. Amy Ching-Yan Lam describes the vivid tactility of growth and death--how everything is constantly, painfully remade--offering a vision against the stuck narratives of property and inheritance. Power is located in the senses, in wind: multiple and restless.

A meditation on the wiles of depression, illuminated by queer and diasporic experience.

Métis Ukrainian writer Conor Kerr's sharp and incisive poems move restlessly across landscapes and time. Conor Kerr's poetry is in constant motion. 4Runners streak through the night, racing with coyotes and roving across the land. Buses travel from town to town, from one memory to another, from past to present. Friends and lovers search for each other on Instagram and find nothing. And always the natural world travels alongside: the watching magpies, woodpeckers and cedar waxwings, the coyotes and porcupines.

A new collection from one of Canada's finest contemporary poets. In The Ridge, Robert Bringhurst offers a work of nonfiction in poetic form, intensely focused on the ecological past, present and future of the West Coast of Canada. At the book's heart is a long poem, "The Ridge," in which Bringhurst makes meticulous use of scientific language and, with a poet's perspective and precision, translates abstract concepts into tangible and devastating imagery.

The Xanax Cowboy has a reputation like a rattlesnake. She might as well be a strike-anywhere match in a gasoline town. Her whiskey is mixed with vengeance like her mind is mixed with pills. The last doctor who told her she ain't nothin' is still spitting blood through a split lip.