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Welcome to the apocalypse! It was arrived . . . not with a bang, but with the white noise hum of tabloid news and the empty promise of the internet.

A moving collection of poetry about navigating mid-life, full of humour and wit, from acclaimed novelist Farzana Doctor.

Dear Child Once upon a time Your baba fell in love with your dad We got married and dreamt of having a baby A roller coaster of emotions and feelings We were always hopeful Lambda Literary and Ston

From the author of The Baudelaire Fractal, a poetry classic, with new work In 2004, boldly original poet Lisa Robertson published a chapbook, Rousseau's Boat, poems culled from years of notebooks t

You won't always be this sad, her mother, who also lost a son, reassures her, while a close friend encourages her to pick up the pen and write it all down.

Tracie carefully elucidates how poetry gives us a fuller perspective of the region.

Coconut is an exploration of my place in the universe as told through stories of the author's experiences of racism, sexuality, empowerment, grief, and love.

Micheline Maylor's The Bad Wife is an intimate, first-hand account of how to ruin a marriage.

Deriving explores infertility, motherhood, and family, while troubling the colonial legacies of the English language and Canadian identity.

Shortlisted, Derek Walcott Prize for Poetry and Raymond Souster Award. Longlisted, First Nation Communities READ Award.

In Mi'kmaw, three similarly shaped words have drastically different meanings: kesalul means "I love you"; kesa'lul means "I hurt you"; and ke'sa'lul means "I put you into the fire." Spoken word art

I take Liberties-poetic-and take license to relate her story in her voice, to tell history. Who she was-as I hear her say or sing.

On nage dans les profondeurs des déblais, noyé, emmuré, enterré, suivant la lueur lointaine d'une vie sans blessure, une vie au-dessus et au-delà, une sorte de conjuration de la mort par l'appel de

Suie, pleurs, étoiles, neiges et quelques floraisons, le poème n'est-il pas, comme les cendres, ce que l'on recueille avant la dispersion?

Exosquelette : Appareil fixé sur le corps pour lui redonner sa mobilité. La poésie est l’exosquelette de Chloé LaDuchesse : «Mes os sont toujours creux, il n’y a rien à faire.