At the Museum of Science and Technology
i. m. Hugh Le Caine Here are the grossly educational displays: giant holograms, electric guitars strung with light, and nebulae spread out onto canvas that might fold up neatly in …
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i. m. Hugh Le Caine Here are the grossly educational displays: giant holograms, electric guitars strung with light, and nebulae spread out onto canvas that might fold up neatly in …
Read MoreWere that I were immovable as rock While you were irresistible as water! As it is, I wince at every shock Who ought to be absorbent as a blotter. My …
Read MoreFor Gladys Finley Farewell, a long farewell to all the joys Of woods and water, valley, stream, and hill! Goodbye as well to all the tarnished boys With names like …
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Read MoreOnce I was going to call my book Dark One Rising and Don McKay rescued me from that idiocy, and it was christened Song of Fear after its natural parents …
Read MoreNo nothing gets under you. It’s about to roll past but you crane and stop it with your foot, then nest on it. It’s real life, you breathe, but can’t …
Read MoreFinalist for the 2012 Walrus Poetry Prize I noticed you first, your birth a paranormal float on that sintered causeway of white light. As a gift moves us to tears, …
Read MoreFinalist for the 2012 Walrus Poetry Prize The stoat takes a last stand, and, turning white ermine as winter’s breath, would rather face its hunters than soil its fur in …
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