Review of "Traveling: On the Path of Joni Mitchell" by Ann Powers

Review of "The Mayfair Bookshop" by Eliza Knight

Review of "Fleece and Fibre: Textile Producers of Vancouver Island and the Gulf Islands" by Francine McCabe

Review of "The Land of Milk and Honey" by C. Pam Zhang

Review of "More Richly in Earth: A Poet’s Search for Mary MacLeod" by Marilyn Bowering

Review of "Rebel Girl: My Life as a Feminist Punk" by Kathleen Hanna

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I put the book back, but within moments it hurtles off the shelf again and lands on the coffee table, open to a passage I highlighted decades ago: “Become who you are!”

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I had screwed up in making us blood brothers. Outside of basketball, we were different

 The vines were biding their time, full of life force that did not care about her or how sorry she was

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I am wholly unimportant—just a witness to her shapeshifting, possessed of a voice that can be compelled into song by the land’s unfolding

I watch the lights slip and slur on the headpond and think down, toward the dam, the embankment and the long drop of the spillway where the water rests, whirled and stunned

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I don’t know where a person can go when they disappear, apart from underwater.

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Two Poems from Misha Solomon

All I got is sunrises

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Arabic would’ve never been were it not for our eyes

bonding our sneakers / together through a fluid / no longer hers but shared

Distance blurred detail, so all that was visible / in the mysterious vapour were armloads of sparkle / he hauled as if from the sea

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I have never been hit by a car / that I could not see coming.

Gender performance and colonial mimicry through the family archive

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At the edge of Japan's super natural forest

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The Photography of Ronnie Tessler.

Border photography along the 49th parallel.

"Every time we visit my great-grandma's grave, we close our eyes and follow her footsteps across the sea, and back again."

Photos of Vancouver Chinatown taken in 1956 by a mystery photographer and developed 50 years later.

A map in two tiny epochs

"Every month or so, my mom sends me a picture from a trip we took together."

After the neighbour moved to Europe, Lumpy moved in full time.

(Or What Does Drowning Look Like).

Who puts those little stickers on the apples in the grocery store?

Don't mess with Madame Larmer's mojo.