A Handbook of Disappointed Fate, Anne Boyer. Ugly Duckling Presse (2018). Against late capitalism’s yes, cruelly optimistic in its desire for automatonic affirmation of its circulation and law, Anne Boyer’s…
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From Excess—The Factory (AK Press, 2018) By Leslie Kaplan, Translated by Julie Carr & Jennifer Pap The courtyard, crossing it. A factory courtyard’s absolute nostalgia. You walk between formless walls. Sheets…
Colm Tóibín noted, after watching countless performances of his play The Testament of Mary, “what happens to powerlessness once you add voice.” He was becoming aware of the power of…
Tatum Howey: Nathanaël is what we wish we could be. Nathanaël is the consequence or possibility of fruition of our actions. Nathanaël embodies what we desire. Desire makes you aware…
KNIFELIKE Three reptiles crane their necks, watching the shooting star. Consider the infinite possibility of a camera, then discontinue. …
Four poems from Dani Couture, excerpted from Listen Before Transmit. LISTEN BEFORE TRANSMIT After Peter Gizzi The connection severs itself due to your finger hovers A pause inactivity of a…
BUT TELL THE INCREDIBLE UNSTOPPABLE GIRL WONDER She’ll never regret starting over. Not how growing makes her arms and shoulders ache, or the weight of the quarter-folded tent, which she…
from Surfaces (Invisible Publishing, 2018) By Eric Schmaltz Eric Schmaltz is an artist, writer, and educator living in Toronto. His work has been previously featured in Lemon Hound as well as Jacket2, The Capilano…
Cityscape / hairnet At an event people sit in a circle (or is it a spiral?) around Jacob Wren, Aisha Sasha John and Adam Kinner. I met Adam Kinner years…
* I call you state, you call me city. Swing the trinkets every time you punch out. Text me again from the hill behind the community centre or the dry…
Sometime in the 1970s I transcribed a taped interview in which Daphne Marlatt spoke about writing, poetry, and language, perhaps the first of her “Vancouver” poems. It may have been…
Manifest Manifest A Spent Thing is, um, Gutting the Small Land. The Spent Thing of Being Together Everybody Makes Is a Small, Old Land, Having to Be Zealous. In the…