In Earle Street: Poems, Arleen Paré digs into the infrastructure of place. Unearths for us the very foundations of urban life. As if to say “Look! This is who we are”. Not simply people inside buildings. But storm drains and catch basins, trees and their...

There’s a phrase in Jónína Kirton’s memoir, Standing in a River of Time, where she speaks of belonging. Of Metis and Icelandic extraction, the author and poet walked between two worlds, the white one and the Indigenous one. Shamed and scorned by both worlds, she has...