Baba Yaga and the Girl Who Ate the Rope

by Kate Rogers

In these incantatory poems, Kate Rogers reimagines family, folklore, and climate grief. Her muse: the Slavic witch Baba Yaga, both matriarch and mirror. An aging mother stamps her cloven foot in rage, forgets her children's names, casts spells against wildfire and rescues finches in her deep pockets. Moving between a mother’s decline and sweeping visions of a damaged ecosystem, Baba Yaga and the Girl Who Ate the Rope is a mythic spell-book, both tender and terrifying.

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Additional information

Weight .208 kg
Dimensions 9 × 6 × .375 in
Page Count

80

Binding

Soft Cover with flaps

Year Published

2026

Kate Rogers

Kate Rogers won first place in the subTerrain magazine Lush Triumphant Contest for her five-poem suite, “My Mother’s House.” Her poetry also appeared in Where Else? An International Hong Kong Poetry Anthology. Kate’s poem “The Giraffe-bone Knife Set” was short-listed for the ROOM magazine Poem of the Year. “John and the Book of Kells” won first prize in the Book of Kells Contest at Trinity College Dublin. In 2019 Kate re-patriated to Canada after teaching in mainland China and Hong Kong for two decades. Kate is a former director of Art Bar, Toronto’s oldest poetry series.

Snowy Owl

hunkers, snow-drift, gravel-flecked
islet hummock, turret rotates.
Five long-tail ducks, harlequin black-white,
drift close. Do predator and prey migrate
south to winter on our Great Lake together?

Snowy owl, soothsayer
on her camouflaged mound!

Rush of force, neck snap, heart attack.
No sound. One duck gone

—grabbed, torn—the rest float past.
Ghost owl fades in and out as the blizzard
swirls its white-down cape.
Fierce life. Fierce death.