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The Plural Hoe

Red Curls

Winner of the Drs. Morris and Jacqui Shumiatcher Regina Book Award, 2015!

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Banff Studio Reading
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What I'm Reading Now

American Poetry: Wilderness and Domesticity by Robert Bly
Shelter by Frances Greenslade

“Take warning from all those times when on meeting again, we feel ashamed because we realize we had accepted the false simplification which absence permits, its obliteration of all those characteristics which, when we meet face to face, force themselves upon even the blindest. Where human beings are concerned, the statement ‘nothing is true’ is true—at a distance—and the converse is also true—at the moment of confrontation” --Dag Hammarskjold.

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