writing
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The literary community in Windsor-Essex is struggling under the dominance of a small group of well-connected, aging writers, referred to as “the Cult of Anointed Poet.” Their control has led to the decline of literary events and inclusion of diverse voices, stifling younger, marginalized writers. A generational shift is essential for revival.
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Nicholas Catanoy’s “The Fiddlehead Nation,” a rare Canadian poetry collection published in 1979, explores Atlantic Canada’s landscapes and cultures through vibrant, eco-poetic lens. Catanoy weaves observations of Indigenous peoples alongside natural imagery, presenting nuanced perspectives rarely showcased in Canadian literature. Its avant-garde style offers readers a unique, road-trip experience.
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In the heavy heat of summer 2025, reflections on past fires remind us of ongoing struggles against a toxic environment and colonial legacies. The beauty of summer juxtaposes the weight of history and shared trauma. Yet, amidst the smoke and loss, there remains resilience and hope for future creations and connections.
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We play witness with beauty, with honesty, and with integrity for our subjects and the world in which they actually inhabit. No deletions, no speaking for, simple honest witness. Witness that must cross borders, must bring up the often uncomfortable, and do so in a beautiful manner that honours both the tradition and the lives…
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And make no mistake that the medicine that the Purdy’s found at that lake was no doubt strong. But the A-Frame that they built on that lake in the middle of Loyalist country became an receiver of that medicine, funneled towards its positive nature.
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But it could almost be any moment between October and April in this part of Creation. Time is a strange factor in our lives right now. It has been years since we have seen the majority of relations and friends. Space has become more real even as time and seasons have collapsed to more abstract…
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Let’s start with an observation. Smooth-talking bearded men who flip their legs over chair backs to sit in them shouldn’t be given commands of starships. Bad things happen and generally speaking the ship gets busted up something fierce when they call the shots. Yet, in the grand spectacle of mishaps such as these, none of…
Wazhashk Poetry 