The Unreturning
Blue is my sky peter
poetry
On Canadian Poets
In Canada where only echoes speak
Charlotte Street, Saint John
Wrapped in neon ribbons wrinkled in wet pavement
Intermission
The last page of the first book
Poem
We two were moving points
Megalopolis
He tried to tell the story of his loss.
Untitled
I am near my midnight, rooting dog-like
The Mask
It is not I
Granny
The cupola was faded green;
Phonograph Needle
The world was spinning beneath his pointed head;
Pages
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