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Alayna Munce

Alayna Munce grew up in Huntsville, Ontario, and has spent most of her adulthood in the Parkdale neighbourhood of Toronto, where she spends her time writing and working in bars and community centres. Her work has appeared in various Canadian literary journals and has three times won prizes in Grain Magazine's annual Short Grain Contest. In 2003 she won second prize in the CBC Literary Awards` travel writing category. In 2004 she was featured in the anthology Breathing Fire 2: Canada's New Poets.

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Church of the Exquisite Panic: the Ophelia Poems

Church of the Exquisite Panic: the Ophelia Poems

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Church of the Exquisite Panic: The Ophelia Poems is a study of how “song by song down the long corridor” we feel our way through this life. The book’s point of view shifts through several sections, building narrative; and at the center of the narrative lies an old question: how do we each find our voice? "Journey / is a type of singing…/ Th …

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When I Was Young and In My Prime

When I Was Young and In My Prime

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2006 TRILLIUM BOOK AWARD NOMINEE & NATIONAL BESTSELLER
"A deeply humane, deeply human book."
- Michael Crummey
"Moving, funny, full of hard truths."
- Jim Bartley, The Globe and Mail

What's left of us when we're gone? In When I Was Young and In My Prime, a young woman watches her grandparents begin to decline. As she sorts through the couple's belon …

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Terrible to say, but there's a glamour in decay. All the sugars rising to the surface. Even the making of wine is a kind of controlled decomposition.

The last days have an atmosphere in which everything stands out, back-lit, finite. Photographers call it magic hour. As if death, closer now, closer every day, radiates a kind of pre-storm light.

And then that pre-storm light lasts for a spell after death--for the living. Basic things take on new definition, demand attention, but resist naming.

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