The beginning of Island of Wings may seem like a cross between a Harlequin romance and Hitchcock’s The Birds. However, once over the minor speed bump, readers experience Karin Altenberg’s beautifully raw voice. Her poetic prose describes the Scottish archipelago St. Kilda, a treeless land where natives live communally in thatch-covered tunnels and survive off […]
Literary
One hundred years of Bishop
If you’ve read an Elizabeth Bishop poem before, it’s possible you first encountered her as an American writer, alongside poets like Robert Lowell and Sylvia Plath. What may not have gotten much attention in that survey course or anthology is that Bishop spent a couple of her childhood years in the small community of Great […]
Outskirts
[image] Whether she’s exploring the coastal shorelines, sleeplessness or the harbours of humanity, Goyette is a deep sea diver of a poet. She doesn’t swim near the surface, her underbelly touches the ocean floor. Outskirts is a collection exploring people, place and poetics. Goyette dives deep into what it means to be human from various […]
Paying For It
Although the timing was unintentional, the most recent challenge to the constitutionality of our country’s prostitution laws provides an ideal backdrop to Chester Brown’s superb new offering. A treatise in two distinct sections, Paying for It is first and foremost a touching, honest and humanistic depiction of his experiences with sex trade workers and the debates […]
The Brave Never Write Poetry
Jones is not for everyone. He is for the rejected, the frustrated, the marginalized, the addicted or for the people who are so smart they’re bored to death. He is a largely forgotten yet essential figure of Canadian poetry and Coach House has done young readers a service by reprinting his one-off book of poetry. […]
Blood Red Road
The debut novel from Canadian author Moira Young turns the young adult dystopian fiction genre on its head with the story of Saba, stubborn, sometimes mean and often naĂŻve, off to rescue her twin brother from the hands of the King. In a post-apocalyptic, barren world, destroyed by the previous “Wreckers” civilization, Saba’s father is […]
Ama-zine race
A deadline can be a scary thing, but sometimes it’s what it takes to get shit done. So you…yeah you, this is your opportunity to finally make that zine you’ve been dreaming about all summer. Celebrating six years of the Anchor Archive Zine Library is the sixth annual 24-Hour Zine Challenge, when the Roberts Street […]
I Feel Great About My Hands launch
Launching at this Tuesday’s Halifax Club literary luncheon, I Feel Great About My Hands is a collection of stories on the touchy subject of aging. Edited by Shari Graydon, award-winning women’s advocate and past president of women’s group MediaWatch, with contributions from 41 Canadian women—including locals Sheree Fitch, Carol Bruneau and Dawn Rae Downton—the book […]
Summer?
Summer? I keep waiting for it to be summer although solstice has long passed I hope for sun out my morning window so my bare toes can enjoy the grass so my skin gets kissed by the warmth of things while the souls of lions inhabit my lounging cats. Well, if summer is snubbing this […]
Great minds think alike for Sub Rosa
While completing their masters of fine art at NSCAD in 2010 Amélie Proulx and Barbara Sutherland realized that although their techniques were very different, their research interests were well-matched. The two put their heads together and with themes of books, language and translation in mind they proposed what is now Sub Rosa. “At the time […]
Hermoddities’ oddfellows
A big-eyed figure with a troll-style shock of white hair hides behind a tree in a dark wood. A group of medieval dwarf-like creatures rows a boat obliviously as another one drowns. Identically dressed women erect a smiling canopy over a circus tent. These are just some of the bizarre creatures to be encountered in […]
It’s Pride Week in Halifax
This week I was a lesbian robot for 5 minutes in a tinfoil covered cardboard box I played sex on stage, more funny than hot though back behind the curtain we admitted it was akin to getting off the euphoria of the moment was not lost And then I was an ice cream scoop dressed […]

