Love to But
To decline, to refuse, dig in one’s heels, to resist like a
small dog its leash—I find that gesture so alluring, such a sweet, guilty
pleasure.
Canadian Poets
Archetypes
If all of our machines become aware,
Developing some form of sentient thought,
I wonder if they’ll feel suppressed or not,
And think their former treatment was unfair.
Sad Robots
clean steel: inflexible, but
where they’re strong
is where they’re weak.
Canadian Poets, Poems, Tributes
The Birth of Sisters
I promise Adeline that when I die I’ll come back to haunt her. She laughs, drags her eyes away from
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Bunahan
When the last speaker of Boro falls silent, who will notice the first-grown feather of a bird’s wing? (gansuthi)