LORNA CROZIER is the author of the memoir Through the Garden, which was named a Globe and Mail Top 100 Book and a finalist for the Hilary Weston Writers' Trust Prize for Nonfiction and the City of Victoria Butler Book Prize. She has published eighteen books of poetry, including God of Shadows, What the Soul Doesn't Want, The Wrong Cat, Small Mechanics, The Blue Hour of the Day- Selected Poems, and Whetstone. She is also the author of the memoir Small Beneath the Sky, which won the Hubert Evans Award for Creative Nonfiction. She won the Governor General's Literary Award for Poetry for Inventing the Hawk and three additional collections were finalists for this award. She has received the Canadian Authors Association Award, three Pat Lowther Memorial Awards, the Raymond Souster Award, and the Dorothy Livesay Poetry Prize. She was awarded the BC Lieutenant Governor's Award for Literary Excellence, the George Woodcock Lifetime Achievement Award, and the Kloppenburg Award for Literary Excellence. She is a Professor Emerita at the University of Victoria and an Officer of the Order of Canada, and she has received five honorary doctorates for her contributions to Canadian literature. Born in Swift Current, Saskatchewan, she now lives in British Columbia.
Longlisted for the 2024 Fred Cogswell Award for Excellence in Poetry Praise for Lorna Crozier “Breathtakingly down-to-earth and reassuringly lyrical, new poems by Lorna Crozier are always a reason for rejoicing."" —Globe and Mail ""[She has the] ability to create poems in which almost impossibly delicate, sharply focused imagery evokes emotional vastness."" —Vancouver Sun ""Crozier's fans have come to expect graceful clarity, sly humour, a strong affinity for the animal world, and a subversive feminist tilt to the mirror she holds up to human affairs. She continues to provide these things . . ."" —Books in Canada ""Crozier writes of a world of imperfection, clumsiness, violence, betrayal, pain, and in spite of everything, delight, and love. . . . Always accessible, Crozier speaks a language we understand, but she uses it to tell us of things we don't."" —Canadian Literature