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Atlantic Canada's International Literary Journal
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poetry
Groping
The carolled angels fade away.
Hope
Through purple dark and sifting sands
Miss Emily
She lives alone,her giant vine-hung dwelling
Epitaph
The grey pallor of death
Radio
When the singing commercials
Death came, not resounding
Death came, not resounding
Poem
From this top-knotted old iron stove,
Communion
A cube of bleached, white bread
Aisles in all the world
Aisles in all the world are leading down,
Poem
These are strange fields that stare through Gothic windows,
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