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  Everyone Rides the Bus in a City...

  Jason Freure

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  In the words of Margaret Thatcher, “A man who, beyond the age of 26, finds himself on a bus can count himself as a failure.” Everyone Rides the Bus in a City of Losers is about wandering Montreal’s streets, with an eye on the storefronts and alley cats, and one foot already in the nearest dive bar. From a series of poems about every station on the Metro to music venues long shut down, it’s sometimes fantastical, nostalgic, funny, and even joyful — a sucker for landmarks, always looking out for glimpses of the Farine Five Roses sign, the Jacques Cartier Bridge, the cross on Mont-Royal, and anything still neon.
   
  Montreal’s rich literary tradition is celebrated: A.M. Klein, Leonard Cohen, Heather O’Neill, Gail Scott, Richard Suicide, and Gaston Miron all make their way into the poems. The book also ventures from the hip hot spots of The Plateau and Mile End to Verdun, Côte-des-Neiges, NDG, St-Henri, Petite-Patrie, and Ahuntsic. A restless spirit propels the text further and further into new neighborhoods, but always returns downtown.
   
  This is a book about those who’ve seen the city turn its back on them and leave them out in the cold. Who get lost in boroughs east and west. Who get lonely, garble their French, and never manage to find a seat at their favorite coffee shop. In Jason Freure’s psychogeography, everyone’s a flaneur. And everyone rides the bus.

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  Intruder

  Jerrold Yam

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  At home with loneliness and passing encounters, can we be familiar with another or even ourselves? Does love outweigh the uncertainty of its memory? In his third and latest collection, award-winning poet Jerrold Yam ushers us into a traveller's world through sensitive and enquiring eyes, navigating a landscape of flitting figures, thoughts and emotions. 
   
   
  Informed by expansive travel across Asia and Europe, Yam's poetry is as varied as his journey, exploring geysers, horse riding and Picasso, while building on his preoccupations with family, sensuality and displacement. His poems make fresh the contradictions of young adulthood, its heady mix of determined restlessness, bold insecurities, desire for intimacy and fear of commitment. In his unflinchingly honest treatment of these themes, Yam exhibits new range and complexity as he describes a shifting terrain, where moving on is as difficult as letting go. 
   
   
  Above all, Intruder is an attempt to make sense of the impermanent structures that hold up one's life. Home, like love, may be a fiction that we must resist claiming for our own. After all, can we--and should we--be more than intruders? 
   
  "Jerrold Yam writes with an old voice and the youthful abandon of a poet out of his safe shell; a strong conviction of his depthless solitude yet weak in the presence of love and desire. His poems are lamentable etudes of one-word titles so vocal of absence and longing they are heartrending to those in the thick throes of love's discovery, loss and reconciliation." 
  -Grace Chia, author of Cordelia and womango

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  Contentment

  Eugene Field

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  Eugene Field, Sr.  was an American writer, best known for his children's poetry and humorous essays.

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  Fifty Shades of Winter - 50 of...

  William Shakespeare, Henry...

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  Nature prepares her final work. She begins to strip her canvas of almost everything leaving only little pockets of colour, leaves and berry to cluster on the bleak structure of the land 
   
  Her command of colour rises to another understanding.  The shades of grey, the monochrome from white to black begin to solidify. Falling temperatures hold and freeze everything.  The days shorten. The nights lengthen, throwing moon and starlight across the glistening canvas. She dazzles with storm and blizzard. Rest for her will not be easy. 
   
  Our poets, who have seen this often, know it’s meaning.  Their verse evocatively relays their thoughts, their musings, their understanding of all that surrounds the closing of nature’s year. 
   
  In fifty poems we take you on their inspiring journey, reflecting on the miracle of winter. 
   
  01 - Fifty Shades of Winter - An Introduction 
  02 - Blow Blow Thou Winter Wind by William Shakespeare 
  03 - Some Too Fragile For Winter Winds by Emily Dickinson 
  04 - Come Come Thou Bleak December Wind (Fragment 3) by Samuel Taylor Coleridge 
  05 - Winter by Khalil Gibran 
  06 - I Who All The Winter Through by Robert Louis Stevenson 
  07 - Winter Calls by Daniel Sheehan 
  08 - A Wife in London (December 1899) by Thomas Hardy 
  09 - The December Rose by Edith Nesbit 
  10 - Sicily December 1908 by Henry Van Dyke 
  11 - Sweetheart Winter by Vachel Lindsay 
  12 - Ode Written on the First of December by Robert Southey 
  13 - A Calender of Sonnets - December by Helen Hunt Jackson 
  14 - The Idlers Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For the Months - December by Wilfred Scawen Blunt 
  15 - The Winters Are So Short by Emily Dickinson 
  16 - December Matins by Alfred Austin 
  17 - Sonnet II - When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow by William Shakespeare 
  18 - In Drear Nighted December by John Keats 
  19 - December by John Bannister Tabb 
  20 - Winters Naked Wood by Daniel Sheehan 
  21 - A December Day by Robert Fuller Murray 
  22 - Snow-Bound (The Sun That Brief December Day) by John Greenleaf Whittier 
  23 - The Snow Man by Wallace Stevens 
  24 - Snow Flakes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 
  25 - January 1st 1828 by Nathaniel Parker Willis 
  26 - Written During An Aurora Borealis January 7th 1831 by Henry Alford 
  27 - Lines on Observing a Blossom on the First of February 1796 by Samuel Taylor Coleridge 
  28 - February by Edith Nesbit 
  29 - Pray to What Earth Does This Sweet Cold Belong by Henry David Thoreau 
  30 - February by Louisa Sarah Bevington 
  31 - February 3rd 1830 by Henry Alford 
  32 - In Febuary by Alice Meynell 
  33 - A Winter Day - Noon and Afternoon by Thomas Aird 
  34 - In the Bleak Mid-Winter by Christina Georgina Rossetti 
  35 - The Farm Woman's Winter by Thomas Hardy 
  36 - Winter Stores by Charlotte Bronte 
  37 - Afternoon in Febuary by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 
  38 - February Twilight by Sara Teasdale 
  39 - To A Locomotive In Winter by Walt Whitman 
  40 - February Morning by Laurence Binyon 
  41 - A Valentines Song by Robert Louis Stevenson 
  42 - To Susanna, February 1824 by Eliza Acton 
  43 - Winter Heavens by George Meredith 
  44 - Winter by Robert Louis Stevenson 
  45 - February by Dollie Radford 
  46 - Winter - My Secret by Christina Georgina Rossetti 
  47 - Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire by James Russell Lowell 
  48 - February by Arthur Christopher Benson 
  49 - Winter Violets by Alfred Austin 
  50 - Winter by Anne Bradstreet 
  51 - How Like a Winter Hath My Absence Been (Sonnet 97) by William Shakespeare

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  Scissors (NHB Modern Plays)

  Chris Bush

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  The apprenticeships are only meant to last a year - there were never any guarantees beyond that. For Ava, Liv, Mason and Trent, they're just trying to get through the day. They don't know why there's an endless stream of strangers passing through, but no-one ever tells them anything. In a couple of months they'll be kicked out anyway, and God knows what happens after that. Who's looking out for them?
  Scissors is a play about family, heritage and legacy, and is part of Chris Bush's trilogy of plays about a Sheffield manufacturing family, Rock / Paper / Scissors. The three plays were first performed simultaneously with the same cast moving between three theatres in Sheffield – the Crucible, the Lyceum and the Studio – as part of Sheffield Theatres' fiftieth birthday celebrations in 2022.

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  Henry V

  William Shakespeare

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  This widely-studied play is one of the best sellers of the Shakespeare canon. This production is the seventh Shakespeare play in the series undertaken by Naxos AudioBooks in conjunction with Cambridge University Press.

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