David Bradford is a poet, editor, and organizer based in Tiohtià:ke (Montréal). He is the author of several chapbooks, including Nell Zink is Damn Free (Blank Cheque Press, 2017) and The Plot (House House Press, 2018). His work has appeared in The Capilano Review, The Tiny, filling Station, The Fiddlehead, Carte Blanche, and elsewhere. He holds an MFA from the University of Guelph and is a founding editor of House House Press. Dream of No One but Myself is his first book.

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Obit – Victoria Chang

Somehow deftly restrained and full of abandon at the same time. The slow devastations Chang pours into her prose columns, one elegy soaking through at a time—it’s a back and forth of entangled grievings that’s sad, absolutely, but so brimming.  

White Magic – Elissa Washuta

Exacting and expansive and scary and the best. I’m going to keep coming back to this one for what essays can be, and what facing yourself and your history can be.

The Hundreds – Lauren Berlant and Kathleen Stewart

I came to this book a few years ago, after my biggest bout of reading block as a poetry reader, thinking I was getting the littlest book of affect theory and getting a lush, sprawling book of poetry instead. Revisiting it recently—the way the two authors bounce off each other, the way they operate as one but distinct tangents of one—it made me miss Berlant a lot.

From a Broken Bottle Perfume Still Emanates – Nathaniel Mackey

I don’t know how to describe these other than as a poet’s epistolary theory novels. Completely mind-blowing approaches to certain Black radical lines of inquiry, and so damn early on. When Fred Moten alludes to just about copying Mackey, I think these “Dear Angel of Death” letters is what he’s talking about.

The Freezer Door – Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore

One of my favourite books of 2021. Sycamore’s brilliant shape and shuffle for this memoir, there’s something prodigious and engrossing but also lonesome here.