Anita Lahey writes the kind of rigorously observed, emotionally charged poetry few can match. In While Supplies Last, her first collection in eleven years, Lahey throws herself on the mercy of a changing climate, takes refuge in art and...
Canadian poetry--Women authors
- Author:Lahey, AnitaSummary:
- Author:Lavoie, ChantelSummary:
This collection offers five answers to the question its title implies: within us, in wild things, in change over time, in teething and in being left behind. Beginning in the prairies and moving both in time and direction, the poems...
- Author:Panofsky, Ruth, Waddington, MiriamSummary:
Miriam Waddington's verse is deceptively accessible: it is personal but never private, emotional but not confessional, thoughtful but never cerebral. The subtlety of her craft is the hallmark of a modernist poet whose work opens to...
- Author:L'Abbé, SonnetSummary:
In 'Sonnet's Shakespeare,' one young, half-dougla (mixed South Asian and Black) poet tries to use 'the master's tools' on the Bard's 'house,' attempting to dismantle his monumental place in her psyche and in the poetic canon. In a...
- Author:Poirier, ThelmaSummary:
Thelma Poirier writes of the land and its inhabitants – plant, animal, and human – in vivid and loving detail, with deep feeling and authenticity. In poetry that is spare, strong, and unsentimental, she describes the rancher’s life, a...
- Author:Cadeau, CharmaineSummary:
Disintegration, gaps in the historical record, and unaccounted-for absences hold these magically makeshift lyric poems together.
Provisional, roaming, obsessed with remnants and deferrals, the poems in Charmaine Cadeau’s second...
- Author:Glenn, Lorri NeilsenSummary:
Poems of great loss and deep questioning, wringing beauty out of potential despair.
In the opening poem of Lost Gospels, Lorri Neilsen Glenn writes of Mahalia Jackson and Blind Willie Johnson:
… they sang, oh yes...
- Author:Adamson, GilSummary:
We look away from his open mouth, / look instead at the corn, the crows / floating above the river in their private worries. / Tonight, when we turn in, / the candle will sputter and blow. Pinched out easily, all flame / gives way to...
