Art Thing in association with Prairie Fire, Please and in celebration of National Poetry Month bring us a new production of Canadian poet and author Molly Peacock’s solo show in poems, The Shimmering Verge.
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The Meet the Presses collective has announced the finalists for the 2016 bpNichol Chapbook Award. The prize, awarded annually since its establishment in 1985, goes to the author of the best poetry chapbook – in the estimation of the judges – published in Canada in the previous year and submitted for consideration. It is named in honour of the late poet, novelist, and micropress publisher bpNichol. READ MORE
The League of Canadian Poets (LCP) is pleased to announce the 18th anniversary of National Poetry Month (NPM) in Canada will take place throughout the month of April. The official #NPM16 theme is The Road. READ MORE
The end of January is upon us… and with that my birthday week arrives, too! This week, there are many great arts and cultural events in the city. With so much to choose, my birthday week is going to be very fun. Here are a few suggestions for you, so you can join in the good times while supporting local artists. READ MORE
Time for another In The City installment. This week, I am highlighting various events that will certainly count as sensory experiences. READ MORE
The Meet the Presses collective announced last month the finalists for the 2015 bpNichol Chapbook Award. The winner will be announced on November 14, at the annual Meet the Presses Indie Literary Market, which runs from 11:30 am to 5 pm at the Tranzac Club, at 292 Brunswick Avenue, in Toronto. READ MORE
This installment of In The City includes an array of events that will stimulate all your senses. READ MORE
Forgiveness
Molly Peacock
Forgiveness is not an abstraction for
it needs a body to feel its relief.
Knees, shoulders, spine are required to adore
the lightness of a burden removed. Grief, READ MORE
Morning Thunder
By Peter Gutiérrez
not yet having reached full light, dawn
surrenders, i’ll sit this one out,
don’t mind me, winded, clouded over
and over, until the first raindrops land,
shyly, but they’ve got feet in the door
now– READ MORE