UNEQUAL TO ME* Much of the novel seems held together with a kind of teary hormonal paste. There’s been much recent parley about “men’s fiction” and the vaginal shadow it…
Tag: vol. 4
The People’s Poet: Al Purdy as Organic Intellectual In recent years, I’ve been looking for a contemporary figure who might qualify as what Antonio Gramsci once hopefully envisioned as an…
Field-Crossing by DAVID O’MEARA The clover’s razed; the ground is autumn-hard. The land bristles in a ragged frame. I’m on the far end, watching weightless clouds hastened by wind, the…
The general aim of this “reportage” is to begin to put in relief some of the ongoing conversations put forth by the experimental writing community regarding the perceived lack of…
While reading Pain, Porn and Complicity my mind kept returning to that bizarre Stephen Marche interview of Megan Fox in Esquire. It was mysteriously bad. It was doesn’t-make-sense bad. At…
SQ: Goyette & Gillis you are both mid-career poets by the Canada Council standards. do you feel satisfied by your trajectory so far? What are the signposts of a successful…
[Vancouver writer Andrew Zuliani interviewed Stephen Collis in early March 2013, ahead of the publication of Collis’s novel, The Red Album, by Toronto publisher BookThug] AZ: Writing prose fiction—or, at…
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…
“HAVE YOU SEEN THIS WOMAN?” The women of the playboy mansion are not home. Not a single blonde lounges by the pool, or on the California King sized bed. It…
Then, one Saturday, John came in to see me three times during my shift. Right before he left the last time, he leaned in really close. He smelled kind of…
“Tell me where we can go / to be alone and have some kind of communion” Aisha Sasha John asks in her debut poetry collection. The answer, which appears…