Here is twentieth-century life in Montreal’s Park Extension. Looming over her on Beaumont Street is a seventeen-story gasometer that casts a spell over her early life. Poems range from stream of conscious lyrics to concise depictions of how gas-powered electric lighting snaked northward to her neighborhood as well as the human cost of converting coal to gas. With an eye for particulars and a musician’s ear, especially for the language of heavy machinery and labour, Claudia Coutu Radmore’s depiction of the wrong side of the tracks where she grew up is the “right” side for a vivid, urban, memorable poetry.