Josephine LoRe   After the castle and steep stairs where Afonso tipped the crown from his queen mother’s head to become first king of Portugal After the plaque now bubbled with rust inst…

Theatre told that Facebook and Instagram filter out ads mentioning ‘social topics’ such as civil rights or feminism

Nevada-Jane Arlow   i recognized you first as the queen of love and magic when you slept upon the dutch u-boat flippers crossed, all pretty-like. befitting of a lady sleep and rest, that rest …

The case stems from a violent anti-ICE protest, but critics say the government's prosecution threatens First Amendment rights.

Dave Hickey   On mornings immaculate with fog, Marlene clicks the scissor door open, which disappears inwards, like exhausted caregivers everywhere. My daughter steeple jumps towards her, leap…

John Nichols: She carried two union cards, sang Woody Guthrie songs and mocked the bosses in "9 to 5."

Sara Krahn after Blossom Dearie   As yet, your lamp-lit hands chord into cool fourths. You sing, and there is no turning back. What is strange begins to ache with the familiar. Around a corner…

Matthew Tierney   The bouquet’s sneaky as a sunset, night-lit sparks from the pink roses I gave my wife last week; roses dying an expected death, a few half-closed like the beaks of fledglings…

Anne Pollard   The rain has given up and a few aching snowflakes drift slowly from emptying clouds. Past the bare treetops, past our grey shingled roofs, slowly hobbling, slightly hunched, sti…

Poet, essayist, and playwright Claudia Rankine joins co-hosts Christian Barter, Jennifer Maritza McCauley and Whitney Terrell to talk about her new book Triage.  Rankine outlines the decades-long r…

T.L. Murphy   This winter of our despair we know by shadows stories of heartless deeds. The Wolf Moon is a hunter, you understand. Flower Moon is healer. The Sturgeon Moon turns in fire. Some …

Canada’s cultural sector is a faster-growing industry than oil and gas. But workers continue to feel the effects of shrinking funds.

A poem by Patricia Lockwood: "Sometimes I got so melancholy looking / At the border of a robe, a paisley, / A Greek key, and thinking, / That’s just…