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Oh Canada (as sung on Vancouver Island)
Another spring cracks open on the rocks as the seagull drops living mussels on stone shore, alights to tear the flesh. I know the fierce gull. I know the creature …
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Another spring cracks open on the rocks as the seagull drops living mussels on stone shore, alights to tear the flesh. I know the fierce gull. I know the creature …
Read MoreIf that’s the word: the song’s already gone before it’s uttered so the ear is left full of its emptiness, bereft. It seems the loon opens its throat to some …
Read Morethe light stretched and tangy, up on its horse and riding through the ripening meadows, buzzing the leaves and the birds who’ve been at it for hours. Light that in …
Read MoreIf every event on the calendar went sim-saima-sima-lo with dead leaves and a black boy and a black girl snaking their thighs towards dawn with or without moonlight falling on …
Read MoreAs a storm-lopped tree corrects its shape over a few green seasons, so time closes around the hole in itself left by the terrible event. (in the quiet room suddenly …
Read Morethe sum of the very coffee, invective cold the scrape of days take winterlude from muddy water to bare bone how every curse at the bus stop a silver shadow …
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