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162 pages, Paperback
Published March 1, 2016
“Rainstorms and blizzards gnawed away the shingled roofs, leaving the rafters a ribcage of the beast that devoured them. Carcasses of farms that struggled with drought, debt and depression in vain. Now skunks and squirrels nest in the mouldering silences between jumbled tin and timber. Graveyard of pioneer dreams and aspirations.”
“Sphagnum moss grew soft layer by soft layer and packed down peat barely a millimetre a year for a domed bog fragrant with rosemary, laurel and Labrador tea. / Delicately, dawn’s fingers lift blue veils above the bulrushes and ignite their spiked candles. Swaying on a reed, a redwinged blackbird calls from the heart of stillness to proclaim his mating rights across the bustling realm. / The dappled pads of miniature lilies undulate gently in the clear, umber waters.”