From the author of The Baudelaire Fractal, a poetry classic, with new work

In 2004, boldly original poet Lisa Robertson published a chapbook, Rousseau’s Boat, poems culled from years of notebooks that ...

An Indigenous resistance historiography, poetry that interrogates the colonial violence of the archive

Whitemud Walking is about the land Matthew Weigel was born on and the institutions that occupy that ...

A buddy-cop dramedy starring a bottle of Advil and a headache that won’t quit

Imagine you’re standing in a room, and someone on the other side of the door won’t stop knocking – ever. Welcome to ...

Words like radio waves, bouncing off the spectres of mortality, middle age, and the mundane.

Arriving at middle age was a decisive experience for David O’Meara, standing equidistant to the past and ...

Poems to read in the small hours before dawn, when the sirens start up again.

Swivelmount’s concerns – the collapse of subject and world, eros and law, knowledge and bafflement – gain new urgency ...

From Ian Williams, author of Reproduction, winner of the Giller Prize and a June 2020 Indie Next Great Read

Frustrated by how tough the issues of our time are to solve – racial inequality, our pernicious ...

Poems written only from three-letter airport codes demand a new kind of passport. Every major airport has a three-letter code from the International Air Transport Association. In perhaps history's greatest-ever ...

bronchia think
form a bombsight
think periosteum singing
particle falconry workpiece
two lowcut hills seeking
what stone is
for body
is herd
alliterations

Night & Ox is a long poem working its interruptions to ...

Winner of the 2015 Quebec Writers' Federation's A. M. Klein Prize for Poetry

If you tore off the tops of canola --
yellow canola flowers -- would you
jump in a tub of canola margarine
just to make the best ...

Winner of the 2014 A. M. Klein Prize for Poetry

MxT, or ‘Memory x Time,’ is one of the formulas acclaimed poet Sina Queyras posits as a way to measure grief. These poems mourn the dead by turning memories ...