The famous doctor held up Grandma’s stomach. Cancer! Cancer! he cried out. “I Wanted to Be a Doctor" * The pain-monger came home from a hard day’s torture. “The Failure of a Secular Life” * For you I will be an apostate jew and
So I went to the west coast for a week on a mini tour. The first stop was Portland, OR, at Future Farm for a house reading with Jessalyn Wakefield, Seth Brown and Imogen Binnie. It’s been a few years since I’ve seen Jessalyn,
I encountered Libby Scheier’s work for the first time in my late teens, when I first moved to Toronto. It was a perfectly synchronous moment – I was so hungry for directness, and Scheier serves it up in spades. I devoured everything of hers I could get my hands on, treating the collections as guidebooks on possible routes to the places I wanted to go in my own work. She wrote so angry, and so tender, and candidly addressed relationships, violence and agency in ways that are paint-strippingly clear.