No Town Called We writes through the death of elders, societal panic, and the climate crisis via the lens of the multiply disabled, female-coded body approaching midlife. Carrying forth the feminist complaints and refusals of Reimer's last book of poetry, My Heart Is a Rose Manhattan, No Town Called We continues to punch through the veils of complacency and greed that shape the cultures of the petrostate. These poems are meditations on an emergency, dispatches from wombat burrows and prairie hospitals. They consider the variegated forms grief can take, both marking and resisting their own decay. Reimer asks: How do you and I relate? How might we commune? Can we enjoy our sick prostrated time? What does it mean to occupy a land? What duty of care do we owe each other? And poet, what have you done with the moon?(From Talonbooks)

Nikki Reimer is a chronically ill neurodivergent writer and multimedia artist. They are the author of four poetry and essay collections including DOWNVERSE and My Heart is a Rose Manhattan. She is currently based in Mohkinstsis (Calgary).