Most of my work feels like Frankensteining, melding together shit, which has previously not worked, hoping to fire it up with lightning. Some things I just abandon, but even then they haunt me, and elements crop up, no matter how deep down in the archives I leave the original corpses. 

Reflections on the Vancouver 125 Poetry Conference.

Our latest issue delves into the dark and sincere.

Timely small press reissues offer glimpses into Toronto’s unkempt past and insight into one of its forgotten pioneers by Nathaniel G. Moore