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Run
The sheer force it takesto get out the doorand steel myself against the earlymorning cold,is worth the lack of time in bed surroundedby warm, soft down,in exchange for crispy leavesand the un-fogging...
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Iced
Like icing poured atop a cake, the cold starts to descend. It starts above the crown, then lands, devours the scalp and then it drips, and drips all slow and thick, over the ridge of brow. The cold, it...
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One West
Plodding down the 1 West (in a skitzy rental Lancer), nursing a double-double to snap out of this trance. Eighteen-wheelers spraying mud, my wiper fluid’s empty. Squinting through the grey-brown...
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The Ritual
Snow Day! All’s paralyzed. Boss calls to say “we’re closed.” Pull on pants, black Bean boots, wool toque, and head to Atlantic News to get supplies of: lime Stewart’s pop, storm chips, local poetry...
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Canada’s Annual Striptease
We’re emerging from a deep freeze now. The colours are returning, to the faces of those who stayed, enduring the cold and dark long season. We’re shedding all our heavy layers, the toques, the mitts,...
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