Dennis Cooley conducts a chorus of “clucks barks muffled cries” to unconstrained...
Deep in the woods, way down the well, in the darkest, dampest parts of story, Cooley...
The moon migrates, seasons cycle, and the body ebbs and flows. Drawing together the...
This anthology of prairie poetry is retrospective and gathering, meant to bring...
The poems in Irene, written before and after Cooley’s mother’s death, form an elegy to...
Nominated for the Manuela Dias Book Design of the Year Award (Manitoba Writing and...
Stone . . . hewn by nature and the hand of man. It shelters us, records our grief,...
In this only home, Cooley’s satellite eye, located in the faraway reaches of outer space,...
The Vernacular Muse tackles conservative Canadian critical theory and practice head-on....