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Transitions

For the past two weeks, I’ve spent my days gazing out a wide window at the Qu’Appelle Valley, watching the highway move cars up/down the hill, to/from Regina, and walking the road onto wide prairie, under the huge, changeable sky. We’ve done amazing things here, we eight poets who arrived at Sage Hill to work […]

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A Poem from (for) Sage Hill

This morning, the magpie took me out of my dream. Squawking and stalking the grass under the hydro stand where the owl sat, hooting, hotly seeking a mate. I was not anywhere in the west at that moment, my mind watching the smoulder of a stump turning to ash on the edge of Lake Huron, […]

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