Extinction Sonnets
You couldn’t compete with them or with man, or so we think: extinction’s a mystery we’ll never understand
Poetry
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Forgotten Work
There also was an obit for Oasis; The aging rockers had fused and perished, faces Picassoed, mop tops mixed
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Why I Wrote a Poem Imagining Donald Trump’s Attempted Assassination
Listen to Steven Heighton read “Fake News,” in which an American bodyguard imagines taking a bullet for his president
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The Terrible Beauty of the Reserve
Everyone’s uncle thinks that they are the world’s most handsome NDN, and no one says otherwise.
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Robyn Sarah's Exquisitely Untrendy Poetry
The Montreal poet’s timeless world of leaves, rain, snow, wind, sidewalks and shadows
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