Review by Fazeela Jiwa Maged Zaher’s Thank You for the Window Office, feels like a cozy cringe. A cringe because the poem etches an encompassing sense of disillusionment against the…
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Review by Dana Drori “What then is reality? Diamonds?” So wonders Madelon Thorpe in “Ear Ring”, the opening story in BookThug’s curated reissue of Hilda Doolittle’s (H.D) uncirculated prose, Narthex…
Review by Sarah Bernstein As I read and reread Croak by Jenny Sampirisi, endeavoring to find a point of entry, I thought at last: yes, that’s it. Thresholds. The bodies…
Review by Alan Reed First, I must confess to not being entirely impartial when it comes to Eric Chevillard. He is already among my favourite writers, he has been for…
Reviewed by Fenn Stewart not for lack of wolves or inside of wolves or besides the point of wolves Liz Howard’s Skullambient makes tracks across the landscapes of anti-Ontari-ari-ario;…
Review by Aimee Wall It’s such a cliché to speak of someone having been “ahead of their time.” And a little frustrating. We can only really ever say that in…
Review by Allison LaSorda Late last year, Russell Smith of The Globe and Mail wrote an article on Canada’s unlikely poetry renaissance; in it, he suggests an increasing interest in…
Review by Jacob Wren I am Facebook friends with Matias Viegener but have never met him. I have many Facebook friends I’ve never met (in fact, most of them.) I…
Review by Karl Fenske Cosmo is impossible to tear away from without gushing embarrassing mawkishness. From a galaxy of personalities, a character is plucked and presented to the reader straight.…
Review by Heather Cromarty A little less then ten years after her first video, where she played the perfect conception of a virgin-whore, Britney Spears seemingly lost her mind. By…
Some years ago, during a seminar on Joanne Kyger in one of my favourite classes at McGill (“Poetry at the Mid-Century: the New York School and the San Francisco Renaissance”),…
An old wooden sign points both left and right – on it written ‘THIS WAY.’ The cover of Lise Downe’s most recent book is cleverly a sign, both literally [a…