K. C.
The councillors at City Hall, St. John,
poetry
Side Orders
my bare legs are melted
When I Drive Down Highways
When I drive down highways by ditches ...
My Silent Days
I met my cowboy on a car ferry sailing to Newfoundland.
Wall
The wall hides something but has its own face.
King in Exile
The exiled king paces gingerly
Mining the perfect monument
When we go down
Billy: A Pastoral
In the hours
Blackbirds
A boy leaves home on the first day of school
High Jumping
High jumping, hour after hour, the thin,...
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