Hide under your bed! Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret meets South Park in The Lillian Lectures , a collection of short poems and cheerfully nasty illustrations that will turn your universe on its ...

The Inkblot Record is poet Dan Farrell's examination of the discourse of the (in)famous Rorschach inkblot test. It is a compelling work, by turns hilarious and poignant; it will change the way you view ...

'This is a record of our version of grassroots theatre. The idea was to take a group of actors out to a farming community and build a play of what we could see and learn. There is no story or "plot" as ...

In The Better Part of Heaven Ken Norris deepens and extends both the form and content of his expanding body of work. A poetic journal of a journey through the South Pacific, it builds on both the Japanese ...

Alexandra Leggat, the author of Moondogging and numerous book and music reviews, puts on the page the remarkable texts that she is renowned for performing at spoken word events all over Toronto.

The Artist Formerly Known As Death Waits christens his new public persona with the release of 'a series of theatrical proposals to be repeated, discarded, performed simultaneously and/or recombined in ...

'There are no lost women, only women who've forgotten their scripts.' RM Vaughan's play about Hollywood director Dorothy Arzner comes off the stage and onto the page in this handsome edition from Coach ...

Fidget is writer Kenneth Goldsmith's transcription of every movement made by his body during 13 hours on Bloomsday (June 16) 1997. It is a hypnotic work, strangely compelling and disorienting at the same ...

Jay used to have an ego, but had it surgically removed. Get bur'd by Alex Cayce; Perfectly Ordinary Dreams by James Llar; Short Ghosts by John Elliott; heartrants by H. Azel; and Book of Leaves by Conwenna ...

Published in 1991, when Gil Adamson was in her 20s, by Coach House Press, Primitive explores the perils of family, the freedom of the road ... -à sex, cars and lack of sleep. And lizards. 'The gaze is ...