Canadian poetry
November Run
and now you hang on my shoulder / as I lead the way, taking you on, pressing the pace
Read MoreTears of Things
how I desired, / beyond all reason, those unreachable sweets
Read MoreTelephone Repairman
I could take this hammer and drive it / through a wet-oak memory of itself
Read MoreNew Adventures in Hi-Fi
No bread crumbs left to return us, but diversions / Lobbed beyond a blind hill into the unforeseeable
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