When our personal lives experience the equivalent of an overcast day, the world can seem as nothing else but a bleak place with a shadow of evil always foreboding. No wonder we need superheroes. We need to believe that there is something good and strong that can rescue us in our hour of darkest need.

To me, Toronto's Coach House Press is a superhero. It creates both lovely handcrafted books of papery goodness while trying its best represent itself and its words in the world of pixels. It publishes poetry including best-selling poetry [mefi link]. It has also published a short and almost perfect book called All My Friends Are Superheroes.

It is particularly distressing to see a superhero in trouble.