
COVID-19 Couplets
On daily walks, we cut the neighbours swaths / Of space
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On daily walks, we cut the neighbours swaths / Of space
Read MoreTwenty-seven years after her death, Bronwen Wallace’s feminist poetry feels newly relevant
Read MoreWithout design, the future shrugged. / I hoped I might find myself over there and not / be disappointed.
Read MoreThe work of Newfoundland poet Tom Dawe tackles the dangers of nostalgia
Read MoreOne hand pushes the swing, the other holds an open book, / paper valley of an elsewhere.
Read MoreSeafoam, that crabbed allure, / seen and heard along the byroad
Read MoreWe set the imperial pavilion / on fire, suggested it was lightning, / an act of god.
Read Morewe are curves spilling stories / against your lips
Read MoreA thousand brazen love locks thronged the fences, / weird erotic spells inscribed with black magic / marker
Read MoreThe icon’s head / is too thick for its hopeful wings / but responds to my thumb
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