Winner of the 2016 Griffin Poetry Prize

A stunning debut book of poems from a bold new voice unafraid to engage with the exigencies of our contemporary world.
    In Liz Howard’s wild, scintillating debut, the mechanisms we use to make sense of our worlds – even our direct intimate experiences of it – come under constant scrutiny and a pressure that feels like love. What Howard can accomplish with language strikes us as electric, a kind of alchemy of perception and catastrophe, fidelity and apocalypse. The waters of Northern Ontario shield country are the toxic origin and an image of potential. A subject, a woman, a consumer, a polluter; an erotic force, a confused brilliance, a very necessary form of urgency – all are loosely tethered together and made somehow to resonate with our own devotions and fears; made “to be small and dreaming parallel / to ceremony and decay.” Liz Howard is what contemporary poetry needs right now. Globe and Mail 100 — 2015

“In these gorgeously heretical poems, Liz Howard sculpts a vocabulary that is co-extensive with the tenacious landscape of the North and the deeply resistant jurisdiction of a female natural history. Shot through too with urban furor, forest, dioxin, tern, and sulphur are syllabic elements in a passionate argument for pleasure, where pleasure is one name for a principled refusal of the colonizing machinations of the current regime. Not afraid to draw limits that are both sonic and ethical, robust and delicate, Howard listens closely to the bodies of this thinking earth.”
– Lisa Robertson, author of Cinema of the Present