Groping in the Daylight: poems by Augusta Wynde
The language is striking and fresh in reach without being self-important, adding humour to the poetic palette such as in “Bout” (p. 8) which you’ll have to buy to see— no spoilers on that.
The language is striking and fresh in reach without being self-important, adding humour to the poetic palette such as in “Bout” (p. 8) which you’ll have to buy to see— no spoilers on that.
I was delighted to receive Carla’s latest, Warp and Weft, a beautifully stitched chapbook of poems and paintings.
This brief collection offers some captivating images.
A shimmer of vulnerability permeates the poems in Montreal poet Morris Bailey’s debut chapbook I Imagine My Brother as an Island.
What better way to pen a dreamy and summer-y queer coming-of-age chapbook than using scent’s strong connection to memory? Baillie’s debut chapbook title, like his poems, is successful in both brevity and coaxing out the odours of summer (see: ambrosia, perennials, chlorinated, bug spray, bergamot, pine, hydrangeas, fruit) This chapbook offers a sort of mental …