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"Some poems can live without souls / but mine remain ghastly fools flicking / uncomfortable narratives like / cigarette butts during class change. One out of every twenty students in the adult education classes Evan J teaches in Sioux Lookout, Ontario, dies every year; the surviving students ar...

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Detalles Bibliográficos
Clasificación:Libro Electrónico
Autor principal: J, Evan (Autor)
Formato: Electrónico eBook
Idioma:Inglés
Publicado: Montreal ; Kingston ; London ; Chicago : McGill-Queen's University Press, 2021.
Colección:Hugh MacLennan poetry series.
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Acceso en línea:Texto completo
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  • Cover
  • Copyright
  • Contents
  • The Metro
  • Bloor-Yonge
  • The Ron from bottom up
  • If homelessness is a sandwich, our culture of silence is the bread
  • All the friends at the party
  • The Huldufólk meet Coyote
  • The violent orange hours
  • This falls deeper than rocks
  • Just over the mountain from Yaqui, Arizona
  • Invaders: Mystery Space Ridersor, An ode to Alan Kurdi
  • Of course you do find spicy bits
  • Colonialism for dummies
  • Northwestern
  • Facing Fort William's Orphanage
  • Deciduous with answers
  • Spore prints
  • Probable cause misjudgment of altitude
  • How to pluck pheasant
  • How to clean walleye
  • How to pick blueberries
  • Today the twelve gauge
  • The fox
  • In the least desired corner
  • How to make a skull from the headof a bear delivered Tuesday in a grocery bag to the afternoon office meeting
  • All it takes is an artist and a knife
  • The boreal
  • Note to the people using old needles stolen from a public bathroom
  • Valhalla
  • This isn't about me or a title
  • Sioux Lookout
  • A synonym for raft is foundation
  • Beyond ear but open
  • Lunch meeting like spruce grouse
  • How to stay alive on the streetsof Sioux Lookout
  • A Kingfisher named Bear
  • Chiffon unfinished
  • How to respond to hostility
  • Another death at the Learning Centre
  • Dermis to gold
  • Even if the child's lost, mothers neverlose the title
  • It's no real pleasure in lifeor, How to view the kids at night
  • Bear paw and beast
  • How to write a poem aboutdead children
  • Barbless
  • How to fly home
  • None have bled on these streetsmore than Jim
  • Indivisible by all the rips
  • My prose poem from inside the precinct
  • This cannot be homage in verse
  • Re ember
  • Red Lake 23
  • The appropriate views of morning
  • Dysmorphia
  • In a small northern town
  • Lines on Larae leaving
  • To the boy pounding on our back door at midnight
  • To the man stabbed last week behindmy back fence
  • Sometimes the storm wins
  • Pottery, an impossibility
  • Note to Readers
  • Notes
  • Acknowledgments