Part memoir, part polemic, Rain City, is his version of a fat old Sixties rock band’s Greatest Hits album.

Featuring never-before-published photos, posters, personal diaries, ticket stubs, and Slugs music ephemera, Real Enough is at its heart a celebration of Doug and the Slugs, their music, memories, the ups and downs of lifelong friends, who — as a group of musicians after a lifetime of playing together — still make for a good night out.

Through forty-three personal essays, Resonance: Essays on the Craft and Life of Writing brings together insights from writers and publishers across Canada on the practices that fuel their work.

Scofflaw is a long poem, a playful exploration of Indigenous-Settler relations amid globalized pressures.

The Second Detective is a deliriously entertaining reimagining of the hard-boiled detective novel, featuring a mysterious narrator, a missing husband, and a lascivious mountain goat with interspecies interests.

In this debut collection, Ontario poet Vera Hadzic explores themes of anxiety, eating, excretion, compulsion, and change. Several Small Animals Enclosed in a Benedictine Monastery follows the construction and deconstruction of the body, both human and animal.

For nearly eighty years, the Penthouse Nightclub has been the home of some of Vancouver’s naughtiest behaviour. But lately, it’s the nightclub’s neon marquee that hangs over its sidewalk that has become the talk of the town, its comic and witty messages going viral on social media and being mentioned on talk shows and news reports around the world.

Skin House is a story about two guys who end up in the same bar they started out in. Maybe they’re slightly better off than they were at the start. Or maybe not. One has a girlfriend though. They both have a little extra cash, enough to order nachos whenever they want to without going through their pockets first. They’re not dead, and that’s something right there. And they’re not arrested, which is the quite surprising part.

In this debut collection, Caroline Szpak is the grand ventriloquist, manipulating words and voices in strange and fantastical ways.

So We Blush Less When The Phone Rings presents a world where differences hinge on whether we’re organic or customised, whether we’re physical creatures or a controlled visualisation. This is a world where power dynamics are hazy and the old uncertainties of romance mean nothing in the face of reliable engineering.