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Poetry

By Gary Hyland

The deft formalism of this collection, combined with a lively eye for detail, makes White Crane Spreads Wings a pleasure. Though intimate or personal subjects may be treated, each of the poems here is allowed ... Read More »

March 12, 2004 | Filed under: Poetry

By Dionne Brand

I am reading this book, Land to Light On, this collection of poetry, this history, this anger, this celebration. Or am I? I have the impression that I am not reading. I am listening. Is ... Read More »

March 9, 2004 | Filed under: Poetry

By Don McKay

I am reading this book, Land to Light On, this collection of poetry, this history, this anger, this celebration. Or am I? I have the impression that I am not reading. I am listening. Is ... Read More »

March 9, 2004 | Filed under: Poetry

By Karen Connelly

With The Disorder of Love, her third collection of poetry, Calgary native Karen Connelly maps the often-rocky terrain of romantic and familial relationships. Divided into three sections, the book contains poems set in Greece and ... Read More »

March 9, 2004 | Filed under: Poetry

By Phil Hall

Phil Hall describes his latest work as a haiban, “a Japanese form of interwoven journey-prose and poetry,” which he uses to explore his troubled childhood in Rokeby, situated in northeastern Ontario. Trouble Sleeping evokes the ... Read More »

March 8, 2004 | Filed under: Poetry

By Patrick Lane

Patrick Lane’s newest collection of poetry filters the big questions – about life, death, and all that happens in between – through the soft light of nostalgia. Earnest and unadorned, Lane’s poems are misty-eyed meditations ... Read More »

March 8, 2004 | Filed under: Poetry

By Robert Priest

Torontonian Robert Priest’s first collection of poems in seven years is a decidedly mixed bag. A sometimes ironic, sometimes angry investigation of contemporary culture, the book tackles a wide variety of subjects. There are several poems ... Read More »

March 7, 2004 | Filed under: Poetry

By Michael Redhill

Asphodel is so many books in one. If Toronto writer Michael Redhill were not so persistent in his return to a central rumination on the slow approach of death, I would have thought this a ... Read More »

March 7, 2004 | Filed under: Poetry