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Paper Rout

Postmedia in the gutter

Past Trauma

Richard Wagamese and an Indigenous literary resurgence

Family Pride

Profiles in gay life

Molly Peacock

Molly Peacock’s newest fiction is Alphabetique: 26 Characteristic Fictions (2014), illustrations by Kara Kosaka; her latest poetry is The Second Blush (2008) and her recent nonfiction is The Paper Garden: Mrs. Delany Begins Her Life’s Work at 72 (2010), all from McClelland and Stewart. She is the series editor of annual The Best Canadian Poetry (Tightrope Books).

Articles by
Molly Peacock

Beautifully Different

An albino child’s mother explores this rare condition April 2015
When Emily Urquhart’s firstborn dazzles the maternity ward with blindingly white hair, the child’s beauty triggers emotional, medical and family history consequences that Urquhart, with her unique credentials as folklorist and journalist, absorbs into the narrative DNA of Beyond the Pale: Folklore, Family and the Mystery of Our Hidden Genes. Step by step she records her mystification and education as she and her husband discover what it means to have a child whose skin pigmentation and eyesight will be a challenge to live with from hour to hour for the child’s entire…

The Plunge of V

November 2014
  “I’m coming with you!” V cried to Adam and Eve. “I’m taking your plunge!” And V leapt from the place she’d been born (in the crook of a branch of the Tree of Knowledge) onto the stunned couple. She planted her imprint in the animal skins they hugged around them, creating the first primitive…

Peripatetic Poet

The inner and outer journeys of P.K. Page January–February 2013
When poet and painter P.K. Page (1916–2010) appeared in “full evening dress” at a diplomatic reception in Mexico City that she herself had partly engineered for Prime Minister John Diefenbaker, she was 43—and had not written a poem in three years. Although poetry had been her ambition, her joy, her sustenance since she was a toddler whose mother made her drawings into little…


December 2011
  When I see you slump, defeated in your chair, should I disturb you? Or should I leave you there in your cave, in your brain, your truck, lake, lair,   dive, booth, toilet seat, bar stool, bench, deep freeze- equivalent of slumping in your chair as if undressed, in your pajamas, unaware?   Though…