What a load of junk (mail)! Or, contemporary detritus made into art.

A believed forever-lost text originally written in 1977, this prose poem memoir has been rediscovered just for you.

Three years of writing by this Vancouver badboy of Canadian poetry.

Not a wind
is there something
threatening behind
all that stands still
only the gaze shifts
seeking signs
while darkness un
noticeably encroaches
in things
a cold makes itself
felt in the flesh the vast language and nothing
stands still

This cheeky little anthology has been unbelieveably popular since its publication in 2002 – despite the reality of it not even being a “real” book! Get yours today and join in the fun.

What does it mean to make manifest in matter that which is poem, ne words? Quantum explores this conundrum.

My child’s faults
Lift verses out of variations

Through crushed Saturdays
And broken Mays

Never three soft days
Overwhelming us

Having neither marginal
Nor critical remarks

Nothing to register
Delight

Now in its third printing, this playful little collection is popular among the saurian among us.

This double-edged little book from Margaret Christakos contains two new works that will turn on your brain and your body.

You will need this book if you ever hope to find it.

Reading these poems will cause you to devalue your life. Or at least deflate your rate of returning to the world of “normal” literature.