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The Fiddlehead
Atlantic Canada's International Literary Journal
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poetry
If you were to hear
If you were to hear, in the night, for instance,
Sugar Mountain
This is a dance for two persons;
On the Antigonish to Halifax Shuttle, August 2002
Do you say tamarack or larch?
Photo by Malak of a Farm Wife, Western Quebec, 1940
Malak, plying the back roads
Flood
There are children in the trees.
In Character
The actor on the Today show said what
How to Praise
I am planting
Pruning Wisteria
My father on the ladder, clipping
Windspeed
We were more than a little sullen on the descent -
Junkyard
Owning nothing, there is, I see today, a touch of those cars
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