Dionne Brand's Ossuaries McClelland & Stewart, 2010 So with all my chatter about exercising, poetry muscles and otherwise, you might be relieved to know that I am, at last, beginning to get into shape. Not only did I buy a poetry book but I walked to the store. I tell
I thought about trying to dress it up, but the lame, oh-so-pathetic fact of the matter is that I didn't do any better in week two than I did in week one: my poetry muscle remains enthusiastic but unexercised. I trekked my book along loyally for this, third, Wednesday (books
So, you know how it is? When you've dropped an exercise routine? And you come up with all the reasons, and all of them good ones too, why you can't start it up again? And then you realize over a period of time, sometimes a long time, sometimes an embarrassingly
Welcome to the first of April's Poetry Wednesdays. Please don't go anywhere. I know at least some of you were thinking of just marking this post "read" because it's not about prose. And maybe I say that because part of me is thinking of not even trying to write it.
Di Brandt's Speaking of Power (2006) I came across Di Brandt's work shortly after university when I was finally able to read what I wanted to read from the library shelves, my trusty alumnus card in hand, borrowing from the HQs and PRs like nobody's business. This was in the
