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Edward James Coles (1872-1951) His father died in 1884 in one of the family’s Somerset farmbuildings (a few years ago I was allowed into the main house for seven minutes …
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Edward James Coles (1872-1951) His father died in 1884 in one of the family’s Somerset farmbuildings (a few years ago I was allowed into the main house for seven minutes …
Read MoreFinalist for the 2016 Walrus Poetry Prize St. Albert, Alberta The black patina of wood tar stinks and sticks to the soles of our shoes as Matthew and I follow …
Read MoreIf you can’t be conduit to the novel, then at least recycle experiments proven to please the judging panel’s inner child as it wanders, agog, the gallery of triptych bristol …
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Read MorePrediction is not only possible, it’s paramount. Milestones make us human. Upright, time-bound. Or is that poetry, or is that music. Or is that sports, or breweries. Or pharmaceuticals, or …
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