Bruce Meyer is author of thirty four books , including Mesopotamia (2009), Dog Days: A Comedy of Terriers (2009), Alphabet Table (2010), Alphabestiary: A Poetry Emblem Book (with H. Masud Taj, 2011), A Book of Bread (2011), and The Obsession Book of Timbuktu (2013). He is also author of the national bestseller, The Golden Thread: A Reader's Journey Through the Great Books (2000). His broadcasts are the CBC's bestselling spoken word audio series. He is professor of English at Georgian College in Barrie and teaches for Laurentian University, Victoria College in the University of Toronto, and St. Michael's College in the University of Toronto. He is the inaugural Poet Laureate of the City of Barrie.
梅尔是加拿大诗人和评论家，也是Barrie城市的桂冠诗人。他著有34本书籍。他也是全国畅销书的作者。他的广播作品 "伟大的书籍", "新思维" 和 "生活是诗"等成为加拿大国家电台的畅销口语有声读物系列。他是乔治安学院的教授，在多伦多大学以及其他学院教学。
星子安娜，Anna Yin中国湖南出生。99年移民加拿大，其英文诗多次获奖，其中包括 2005 年安省的“Ted Plantos 纪念奖”和2010 年和2013年 的“Martry文学奖“。星子著有五本诗集，包括《Wings Toward Sunlight》（2011）以及《Inhaling the Silence》（2013）。星子是加拿大诗人联盟安省代表，她工作和居住在安省的密西沙加。
Anna Yin was born in China and immigrated to Canada in 1999. Anna won the 2005 Ted Plantos Memorial Award, the 2010 MARTY Award, etc. She has published five books of poetry. Collections of her poetry Wings Toward Sunlight was published by Mosaic Press in 2011 and Inhaling the Silence was published in 2013. Anna is Ontario representative for the League of Canadian Poets. She works and lives in Mississauga, Ontario.
At Wevill's house one desert night
as I lay reading at the window screen,
a moth flew into my lit candle
and fell burning like a torch song.
By the time I snuffed the flame.
wondering if any art was worth
a life—even a dumb insect's—
only the wings' eyes remained.
I watched other moths, less talented,
dance and beat themselves helpless
against the metal mesh, their flutters
the sound of an old film projector
running silent movies, unaccompanied,
the movements of faces overplayed,
each pancaked to reflect a light
shine through them to the future.
My grandmother would remove her face
each night before she went to sleep
with a cream that made her ghostly,
letting the day vanish as if a miracle—
the same way I thought nature sang
when I woke at dawn to uneasy steps,
my face still pressed against the screen
and a doe's eyes staring back at me.