James Reaney is one of Canada's favourite poets and playwrights; at the intersection of his dramatic and poetic talents is Scripts, a collection of musical writings. There are nine complete works here
Described by Variety as ?Yukon Gothic,’ Claudia Dey’s acclaimed play Trout Stanley is set in northern British Columbia, on the outskirts of a mining town between Misery Junction and Grizzly Alley. In
Susan Holbrook's second collection of poems is a joyful fusion of the experimental and the experiential, the procedural and the lyric. Punch lines become sucker punches, line breaks slip into breakdow
The craft of craft, the art of craft ? here in Canada we're just starting to really talk about these things. In March 1999, Jean Johnson, who runs Toronto's Craft Studio at Harbourfront Centre, organi
Dree can't wait to leave Edmonton for the Renegade Craft Fair in Toronto, but when her father has a fatal heart attack her attention turns to investigating clues about her parents' past, while attempt
A welfare cheque floats down the river, a cowboy spreads the Word of the Lord and crotches tick like clocks: the world of Spare Parts is unpredictable, evocative and vividly distorted. Its initial app
Why, it's a whale of a book! Here comes Moby Jane - again! Originally published in 1987 and long out of print, Moby Jane contains ten years' worth of Gilbert, poem by poem, that literally spill out ov
Nerve Squall is a field guide like no other, a surreal handbook to a landscape at the crossroads of meteorology and neurology, where the electrical storms without and the electrical impulses within co
I'm ill-equippedfor this. I sitby a fake fireplacethat frames a real flame.I've been crossedby two crows today.Multi-vectored, Rogers's poems hum with life and tension, their speaker poised as mother,
If you tore off the tops of canola yellow canola flowers would youjump in a tub of canola margarinejust to make the best of despair?Implored by concerned readers to be classy’ and real’ for once, Davi
The debut collection of visceral short fiction from notorious Toronto writer, editor, indie commentator and small-press overlord Hal Niedzviecki, Smell It lances the boil of urban life and sticks its
Everything was about to change. In less than forty-eight hours guy'd be taking the stage inVancouver, owning an audience meant for some all-hype-no-talent young-money rapper, spitting next-level truth
We’re nothing like other families. We are self-made. We are an essence unto ourselves, unique and dissonant, the only members of our species. Livers of humdrum lives who flitted around us got their wi
His body, like yours, would liemute as a plumuntil a vigilant limb cameto a decision. As you might have guessedI’ve come to one myself.Moving from the absurdity of the First World War to the chaos of
From the 1840s until the Second World War, waves of newcomers who migrated to Toronto Irish, Jewish, Italian, African American and Chinese, among others landed in The Ward.’ Crammed with rundown housi
Had I become disenchanted with the form I had once fallen so madly in love with as a pubescent, pimple-faced suburban homo with braces? Maybe theatre was like an all-consuming high school infatuation
"Robertson proves hard to explain but easy to enjoy. . . . Dauntlessly and resourcefully intellectual, Robertson can also be playful or blunt. . . . She wields language expertly, even beautifully."—Th
Rachel Zolf’s fifth book assembles a pirate score of error-ridden historical and current documents ? missionary narratives, immigration pamphlets, settler writings ? to decry the ongoing violence of C
Toronto, like the Senate of Canada, seems ever fated to be the place for sober second thought. Blessed with undeniable urban vitality, it is yet weighted down by a serious case of the 'what-ifs', by t
In 1787, British philosopher and social reformer Jeremy Bentham conceived of the panopticon, a ring of cells observed by a central watchtower, as a labor-saving device for those in authority. While Be
