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Atlantic Canada's International Literary Journal
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poetry
Something was Dying Which is Now Dead
Something was dying which is now dead
for dee: on reading of her wedding
because you are a part of what i am
When the Sleeper Wakes: poem for Lyn
There is a dragon that dwells
Who's Afraid of Albee
Swirls of breasts rise
Winter Life
(seat in spring
Apples
brown bud thrusting into rain
O Mr. Death
Yes, but your background music, Mr. Death,
Haiku
a cool evening
Beacon light
Turn, beacon light
So Little love
O the dead blood was in ferment
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