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Introduction to M. Travis Lane

I drive to Fredericton from Guelph every bridging weekend between September and October to visit my aging parents, to see the tree leaves signal their riotous death-parade along the Saint John River...and I come for poetry too.


Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious by The Fiddlehead Spring Issue


In the early forties my father was a young man in Europe


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