A greying, sunburnt American mis

In this excerpt from Steven Heighton's new book, The Dead Are More Visible, a firefighter must decide what lives are worth saving in the heat of a four-alarm fire. The official line is that firefighters save people—but what about reptiles?

Before I opened for Joyce Carol Oates at her reading at Harbourfront in Toronto, we had dinner: Oates and her husband, Raymond Smith; the organizer, Greg Gatenby; and me.

At first the sound was like a raw stropping of steel on steel although we had little such heavy stuff along...

Going unnoticed must be the root sorrow for the broken.

In this excerpt from Steven Heighton's new book, The Dead Are More Visible, a firefighter must decide what lives are worth saving in the heat of a four-alarm fire. The official line is that firefighters save people—but what about reptiles?

At first the sound was like a raw stropping of steel on steel although we had little such heavy stuff along...

"Of course, looking back, you would like to reboot and start over, but there is no over." An excerpt from The Waking Comes Late, winner of the 2016 Governor General’s Literary Award for poetry.