The Anansi Blog

STEPHEN HEIGHTON WINS THE #GGBOOKS AWARD FOR POETRY! October 28 2016

We’re thrilled to announce that The Waking Comes Late by Steven Heighton has won the 2016 Governor General’s Literary Award for Poetry! Congratulations, Steven! “Steven Heighton’s The Waking Comes Late is a journey deepening as we read. He locates the complexities of the personal in a wide range of social issues, while playing masterfully with … Read More

STEPHEN HEIGHTON WINS THE #GGBOOKS AWARD FOR POETRY! October 28 2016

We’re thrilled to announce that The Waking Comes Late by Steven Heighton has won the 2016 Governor General’s Literary Award for Poetry! Congratulations, Steven! “Steven Heighton’s The Waking Comes Late is a journey deepening as we read. He locates the complexities of the personal in a wide range of social issues, while playing masterfully with … Read More

Tengluo: Wisteria by Baziju (Roo Borson & Kim Maltman) April 03 2016

Tengluo: Wisteria Baziju (Roo Borson & Kim Maltman) I ask for the Chinese name of that flower and you tell me, then tell me about the sweet that is made for moon-viewing, wisteria blooms soaked in sugar then rolled in dough, so that I forget all about the name and will have to go to the … Read More

A Cosmos by Steven Heighton March 31 2016

A Cosmos by Steven Heighton In the wake of a month-long crimson tide, as if the blighted sea were bleeding out, phosphorescent plankton lapped the coastline, so every night the caps of the great combers, luminescing green in black waters, under a sky-tide of stars, drew crowds down to Tragos Beach. Third night somebody went … Read More

Altered Proverbs by Suzanne Buffam March 24 2016

Altered Proverbs by Suzanne Buffam People who live in glass houses should install blinds. Home is where the Walmart is. Where there’s a will there’s a lawsuit. Let she who is without sin take the first bong hit. In the kingdom of the blond the albino is king. Two in the bush is better than … Read More

The Eternal by Michael Crummey March 21 2016

The Eternal by Michael Crummey It was where ugly thrived. Blight and galloping stench prospered there in exile. The spent and defective arrived in the bed of a flagging half-ton on a strict bi-weekly schedule. A way station between town and abiding absence, a parcel of magic and ruin we haunted all summer, casting through … Read More