“Leanne Dunic’s meditative collection To Love the Coming End embodies Yukio Mishima’s characterization of Japan—her writing is at once elegant and brutal. In these fervent poems of disparate landscapes are catastrophic feelings of sadness, loss, and alienation.” —Doretta Lau, author of How Does a Single Blade of Grass Thank the Sun?

“Dunic has created a collection of tightly mapped poetic fault lines, topographies of loss and absence spanning immense yet intimate geologies, ecologies, astrologies, and geographies. To Love the Coming End insists on an eternal unearthing of memory, a return to remembering, however  fleeting.” —Sarah de Leeuw, award-winning author of Geographies of a Lover and Skeena

“Elegant and spare, Dunic’s elegiac writing touches on grief that is both personal and societal. She reminds us that no love is wasted.” —Sarah Yi-Mei Tsiang, author of Sweet Devilry

“From her Vancouver home, Leanne Dunic ventures out across the Pacific, primarily Singapore and Japan, in this book of smartly written, telling prose fragments. The pieces muse on place, presence, distance, the senses, the number 11, longing, loss, love – doing so in a way that each has its own weight and body, yet becomes part of a larger, cumulative whole. In this To Love the Coming End movingly resembles musical composition with its structure, pace, expressive notes. Beautifully done.” —Rick Simonson, Elliott Bay Book Company

“A lyric novel, a symphony in poetic prose, the work resides in the interstices of poetry and fiction and from this opening, traverses the fragile physiology of bonds and their ruptures.” —Aja Couchois Duncan, Full Stop

“To Love the Coming End breathes slowly, privately, in the sort of personal moments that are perhaps only possible in a foreign land. Every square inch of blank paper that frames these fragmentary entries conjures the cavern of the unconscious, a world of flickering thoughts, captured shards of memory, epiphany glimmerings.” —Contemporary Verse 2

“Dunic writes of impending natural disasters and impending destruction, questioning how one can continue on such a precipice.” —Rob Mclennan Blog

“Read once, you’ll want to return to read this book again, like a moth drawn to lamplight, searching for some mark or message sent from the other side of death, or love.” —Marsha McDonald, Cha Journal