Tansi/Hello, We thank you for finding and creating space with us here today. These voices reflect some of the diversity and vibrance of the Indigenous community, and we hope that you’ll take some time to breathe deeply, connect with...
Billy-Ray Belcourt is from the Driftpile Cree Nation and is a PhD student in the Department of English & Film Studies at the University of Alberta. His work has been widely published in magazines across Canada,and he has been named by Tracey Lindberg as one of six Indigenous writers to watch. In Billy-Ray Belcourt’s debut poetry collection with Frontenac House, This Wound is a World, love answers heartbreak, “history lays itself bare” (42) and a world glimmering with decolonial love and queer, Indigenous possibilities is split open. This is poetry at its brightest. It is electric, profound, necessary work. Belcourt bends genre, challenging the cage of colonialism through a poetics of intimacy. It is a collection unafraid to ask questions, exploring grief, desire, queer sexuality and Indigeneity with tender honesty. Belcourt asks us to consider the ways Indigenous bodies can be simultaneously unbound and “rendered again,” (40) how worlds can be made and unmade. These are poems to be returned to again and again with reverence. PRISM editors, Jessica Johns and Selina Boan were thrilled to be able to sit down with Billy-Ray during his Vancouver book launch and chat about Indian Time, queer Indigenous futures, and the armpit as heaven’s wormhole.
Interview by Selina Boan. Liz Howard’s Infinite Citizen of the Shaking Tent won the 2016 Griffin Poetry Prize, the first time the prize has been awarded to a debut collection. Howard received an Honours Bachelor of Science with High Distinction from the University of...
Now that our Spring Issue (54.3) has been successfully launched with the help of a wonderful audience and a little (a lot of) Vancouver lit mag love, we’re excited to be passing the torch on to some very capable...
Review by Selina Boan Diversion by George Murray ECW Press, 2015 Sitting down to read George Murray’s seventh collection of poetry, aptly titled Diversion, I found myself entering a world of one-off lines, aphorisms and clever hashtag titles (such...