Category Archives: Poetry

From “Misreckoning“, a renga by Gillian Sze and Alison Strumberger which appeared in the Literary Review of Canada, one of the middle stanzas Slow hands tick over each surface, Mother’s silver, Father’s atlas, Lover’s jawline. Every hour chases its tail. … Continue reading →

Someone else has been (mis)quoting from memory: Robert Stam Keywords in Subversive Film / Media Aesthetics One is reminded of Bakhtin’s three spasms — birth, orgasm, and death — and of Yeat’s “god of love” who “pitched his tent/ near … Continue reading →

Thomas King 77 Fragments of a Familiar Ruin A kind of erasure is at work and so form and content mesh. 34 Let us now discuss   missing and   murdered   aboriginal women. Let us now discuss   murdered   aboriginal women. Let us … Continue reading →

For every child who saw the wet colour dry to dull … Hoard and praise the verity of gravel. Gems for the undeluded. Milt of earth. Seamus Heaney “The Gravel Walks” in The Spirit Level … and knew what a … Continue reading →

Lola Lemire Tostevin from Double Standards as reproduced in Sp/elles do not be deceived by appearances I am not a woman   I am a poem […] do not be deceived by appearances I am not a woman    I … Continue reading →

The poet posits. The poem conducts. For him, death will lie Open like a newspaper in a dream, A paper he ransacks his apartment for, And when he lays his hands on it at last, As he smooths the crinkled … Continue reading →

Chris Banks “Narrative Versus Lyric” The Cloud Versus Grand Unification Theory Beginning versus end… A narrative poem leaves a trail of crumbs in a fairy tale. A lyric poem introduces a swan, its neck bowed low, feather-soft, to eat them. … Continue reading →

Dani Couture “Another Earth” Listen Before Transmit [the ending] The helicopter nears. Tonight, even the air is filled with bodies. And in your pocket, a key to a motorbike you abandoned on an island in the South China Sea sixteen … Continue reading →

Maged Zaher from Thank You for the Window Office The information society crept up on us But now — armed with new ways of looking at things — We make coffee daily [it continues…] Do you know how tiring the … Continue reading →