Writings

Adorno, Deleuze and Guattari: The Gods that Failed This past year repeated complaints of boring art exhibitions have appeared in print and that should raise an alarm. Can we suggest these complaints ...

Art, Mirrors and the Divine The prominent writer, teacher and religion philosopher Neville Goddard (1905-72) started his 1969 essay, “The Artist is God” with the following phrase: “God is the great artis...

Poetry and other Reviews The Sea with No One in It by Niki Koulouris Erin, ON: Porcupine’s Quill, 2013 64 pp, $15 Mirror Image by Len Gasparini Toronto, ON: Guernica Editions, 2014 78 p...

Fiction Review Sanaaq: An Inuit Novel
 by Mitiarju Nappaaluk Winnipeg: U of Manitoba P, 2014 Toward the end of Sanaaq: An Inuit Novel
 the author, speaking through the eponymous main character bas...

Poetry and Fiction Reviews Washita: New Poems by Patrick Lane Toronto: Harbour Publishing, 2014 80 pp. $18.95 In his latest collection, Patrick Lane explores familiar territory through the...

Essay and Fiction Review Notes and Dispatches: Essays by rob mclennan, London, ON: Insomniac, 2014 317pp, $19.95 paperback This collection of literary essays from prolific Ottawa-based...

Poetry Review Correspondences by Anne Michaels (Author), Bernice Eisenstein (Illustrator) Toronto: McClelland & Stewart, 2013 128pp. $35 “Not two to make one, but two to make the third just a...

Fiction and Poetry Reviews Red Jacket by Pamela Mordecai, Toronto: TAP Books, 2015 462 pp. $24.99 Red Jacket is Pamela Mordecai’s second book-length foray into adult prose fiction. Both books w...

Oliver’s Story “I killed a woman once, many years ago.” Oliver struggled with himself, rehashing scenes over and over. Did he really want to have sex with that woman? She wasn't particularly attra...

Native Son Carlos had not expected Hakan would provide so many reasons to be concerned, but he did not know the native boy well before adoption. Enola, a social worker, helped him with the legal issues...

Outside People “Tracy jumping Meena bed, Tracy breaking Meena head!” the new one we call Cat-Face shout. She call Cat-Face because she eyes green like real-life cat. Miss Benedict say there is cat...

Candles in the Sky I was crying. I walked along the waterside and watched the water slop against the concrete shore of Lake Lucerne. Mount Pilatus towered over the city from the distance, collecting...

Cradled Desires Last night I dreamt of Isabelle. Creamy caramel brown, locks of loose coils framed her face. She was Tuesday’s child: full of grace. She was lithe and long-limbed. Fingers were thin a...

Mother and Child (for Odia Ofeimun) I a foetus nestles in its watery hammock tiny thumb plugged into dreaming mouth sleep-suckled gently a curious midwife hand plumbs the throbbing...

Maltese Memory The snowy boiling of Maltese froth— The rippling rain, all night, whipping street dirt Into sewers—sets me imagining Water-transparent clothes, you, naked. How I like to see you...

Inside the Diming A shiver passed along the ridgeline, Beside hope and possibility. All that was longed for in fortitude – A semblance of a dream returned. The salted canyon wall A statement solely f...