Oddsmakers ask, what will happen sooner: will a Canadian team win the Stanley Cup, or will Canadians develop a new interest in the novels of Robertson Davies? The unmalled parts …

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I am grateful for libraries (iPad) and poetry (iPad). Lorca’s line “La Clooney del bello Jorge sigue…” is where George Clooney got his stage name. Many tried to be the …

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The first great Canadian burger was made by Alberta poet Krane MacPherson, who always claimed his secret ingredient was the salty winter tears of a teacher. MacPherson died in a …

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Subfusc, innerwhelmed, surfing some weightless valence of privilege and white glare on the esplanade at St Kilda. Sun batters a quincunx of big, deliquescent palms. The harbour’s all Piaget Chronograph. …

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Lonely in their languor, and twenty years no longer lovely Or lingering in storefront neon mingling with dusk, Widows gossiping with friends on porches, Then sleeping away August evenings On …

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That bluish cataract milky with age, the moon’s grey glimpse gauzed by night Scuffed and ochreous as a child’s lost ball discovered under last December’s ice, With necrotic shadows wisping …

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And he tells you about the geese beyond the aqueduct, how they turn the sky grey, how as a teen he never put his gun away dirty. You remember the …

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I’ve just now got wind of a fox that’s long got wind of men as he slinks from traffic island to traffic island to where he’s made his den in …

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Dinner finished, wine in hand, in a vaguely competitive spirit of disclosure, we trail Google Earth’s invisible pervert through the streets of our hometowns, but find them shabbier, or grossly …

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I saw the crisped, curled, and sere beech leaf float from ninety feet above on a serene long voyage across the air and come to the fountain’s sheer falling wall …

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