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People who rely on stereotypes are often vilified. But really, is there a better way to classify people? There are some taxonimical difficulties, though.

With an alternating sense of wonder and detachment, Jay Ritchie's first full-length collection of poetry grapples with death, disappointment, love, emails – the large and small subjects of daily li

Winner of the Trillium Book Award for Poetry Nominated for the Griffin Poetry Prize and the Gerald Lampert Award.

Cutting Room both describes and pushes against the anxious hum of the technologically saturated present.

In Divide and Rule, Walid Bitar delivers a sequence of dramatic monologues, variations on the theme of power, each in rhymed quatrains.

A vital collection that interrogates the stories of the dead white men that litter our histories and landscapes.

Following the Fratellini Family of clowns, Jeramy Dodds astonishes readers and non-readers alike.

I'm ill-equipped for this. I sit by a fake fireplace that frames a real flame. I've been crossed by two crows today.

Winner of the Griffin Poetry Prize (2002) The word ‘eunoia,’ which literally means ‘beautiful thinking,’ is the shortest word in English that contains all five vowels.

Shortlisted for the Governor General's Award for Poetry. This poem resembles urban sprawl. This poem resembles the freedom to charge a fee. The fee occurs in the gaps. It is an event.

How can we carve private spaces from discarded publics?

Fidget is writer Kenneth Goldsmith's transcription of every movement made by his body during 13 hours on Bloomsday (June 16) 1997.

Jen Currin’s acclaimed debut collection, The Sleep of Four Cities, announced the arrival of a fully formed, arresting new talent, and the poems in her new collection, Hagiography, see her trademark

Invited to a quiet Swiss château by the enigmatic Tatiana Beaujeu Lehmann, Anne begins to slowly write a novel in a language that is not hers, a language that makes meaning foreign and keeps her al

I learned the secret of serenity by waterboarding daffodils. My Buddha is landfill. My mantra choked from a bluebird’s neck. It’s ruthless, the pursuit of happiness. Eighteen seconds have elapsed.