Poetry at Elizabeth House by Dale Matthews
The Writers in the Community workshops mostly culminate in zines (literary magazines of the participants’ work) and readings. Sometimes there … Continue reading Poetry at Elizabeth House by Dale Matthews
The Writers in the Community workshops mostly culminate in zines (literary magazines of the participants’ work) and readings. Sometimes there … Continue reading Poetry at Elizabeth House by Dale Matthews
I can’t even imagine not being here. So ends my third poetry collection, Snow Formations, which, on one level, is … Continue reading I Can’t Even Imagine Not Being Here by Carolyn Marie Souaid
William St. Hilaire is artistic director of Montreal’s literary festival Blue Metropolis, but she is also an author. Director and … Continue reading Writers and Their Readers: In Conversation with William St. Hilaire
In 1984, still well before his 1995 Nobel Prize, Seamus Heaney was already Ireland’s best-known poet. As I hosted an … Continue reading Seamus Heaney and I at Midnight at the Ritz by James F. Olwell
Ever since working at a historical research centre way back I won’t say when, I’ve always wanted to write a … Continue reading Writing What I Don’t Know by Elaine Kalman Naves
I’ve been thinking a lot about story, about the patterns that stories take. When I begin to write a book, … Continue reading Damn That Story Arc by Lori Weber
Flying, to me, always somehow feels like cheating. When travelling long distances that don’t involve the crossing of an ocean, … Continue reading Take the Train, Eh?: A Mini-Memoir of a Maritime Mentorship by Ian McGillis
“What I’m telling you I never told nobody.” So says the teenage narrator of Sandra Cisneros’s short story “One Holy … Continue reading Secrets and Storytelling by Monique Polak
I know the psychoanalysts among us may find this a bit disconcerting, but I’ve been thinking a lot about poor, … Continue reading What Would the Ancient Greeks Think of This? Old-Fashioned Imagination in Newfangled Fiction by Alexander MacLeod
Over one month last autumn I shlumped around in robe and slippers all morning and part of the afternoon feeling … Continue reading In Solitude by Louise Carson