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"Life in Canada is just bear attack after bear attack. It always happens, as incalculable as the number of times Irving Layton used the word 'loins.'" more

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You're the kind of creature who comes to events like these and sits in the corner writing confessional poetry. more

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Excerpts from Once a Murderer, published by Wolsak & Wynn in 2008. more

Poetry

Have you ever had a dry scalp and it’s itchy? more

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A poem from Randall Magg’s book about Terry Sawchuk, the legendary hockey goalie who got his start with the Detroit Red Wings. more

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A poem from The Invisibility Exhibit, published by Talonbooks in 2008. more

Poetry

a rascally lab-shepherd and grumpy old cat didn’t much like each other more

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I began to run across 42nd Street, a trail of beer nuts behind me, making my way to Times Square, because I thought I should see The Lion King or smoke crack before I die, but could afford neither. more

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sat behind the trailers with julie eating the peanut butter sandwiches peter’s wife made that morning by the park sink more

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And so the Marquis of Montcalm • now brought them to the field of warHis handsome face was glad • for in his heart • he knew the hour had come When destiny would be decided • ’neath impregnable Quebec more

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His wallet’s stuffed with currency from allmanner of countries not in business now;his camera aches for discontinued film. more

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Limericks written at The Great Canadian Limerick Caper at Word on the Street, 2008. more

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pictures of my father slick-haired & sideburned my uncles had all his albums older cousins played the hawaii concert whenever I was over more

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When the winds came, we lashed ourselves to fir trees because we knew what they were and where they stood. more

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...it seemed the scent of lemonswas rising off the river but it was just theSunlight dish soap on our hands fromdousing the fountain on the police stationlawn a couple hours before smoking herstepdad’s weed twisted tight inside ourreport cards cause more

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Use your grandmother’s knitting needles if they are steel and sharp, her crochet hooks. Hell, you could even use the split edge of this table. Slide your inner arm against the jagged grain, watch the splinters scrape you raw. more

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Sadness has no reasons. Sadness is a luxuryof spare time, a piece of pie leftover,the blueberry’s skin caught between your teeth,the black blear of happiness. more

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i sd lovinglee can yu not yell at me n call me more

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langwage binds us 2gethr             separatelee n parts          n sharing         almost replikating      nevr reelee xact       wun uv th biggest communal spells we ar all bound n unbound in more

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On th train, back from th Empressdining car, snowing woodlands,pulling thru Manitoba, recallhow sum yrs after th second centenaryof th founding of Halifax, whichdate i commemorated with signabove my father’s street door more

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