‘I used to want a black enamel farmhouse sink. Now, I just want shelter.’

From acclaimed playwright Karen Hines come two darkly comic meditations on security, safety, and shelter.

Crawlspace is a comic, ...

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 ...

A phenomenology of the mall: If the mall makes us feel bad, why do we keep going back? In a world poisoned by capitalism, is shopping what makes life worth living?

Kate Black grew up in West Edmonton Mall ...

LONGLISTED FOR THE PAT LOWTHER MEMORIAL AWARD

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 ...

From its remarkable design to its effervescent language, George Bowering's ode to the beautiful game is as original as it is funny, as bittersweet as it is playful. A long-out-of-print Coach House classic, ...

Busted is a poetic inspection into the rhetoric of things: governance, nation, hockey, language and liberty. A book of poems about the social forces that control us, and the way that we relate to those ...

What is the best way to tell a story?

In this anthology, the first-ever collection of essays by innovative, cutting-edge writers on the theme of narration, forty of the continent's top experimental writers ...

A Tristram Shandy–esque novella about failing memory and failed writing, from one of French Canada’s most exciting new voices.

A young, floundering author meets Robert ‘Baloney’ Lacerte, an older, ...

An old man in a military uniform and a Santa hat is dumped at the police station. He doesn’t speak English, and a lawyer’s business card is baited on the meat hook that hangs on his neck. As a lawyer, ...

The original Vancouver Subhumans meet Wyndham Lewis in a back alley, beat the hell out of him, take all of his money, use it to buy drugs and booze, then sit down in a seedy Gastown bar and begin to write ...