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From the archives

The Trust Spiral

Restoring faith in the media

Our Feudal Immigration Policy

Why should an accident of birth determine who benefits from citizenship?

Liberal Interpretations

Making sense of Justin Trudeau and his party

Space Is Not Equal to Y or X

 

I wake to the world

constructed without dreams,

the one I left to dust itself

off in blue exhaustion.

 

Uncorked wine, just a

glass gone, rind of cheese,

hunk of bread tilted sideways,

The exoskeleton of

grapes, vine left without

a clue to their colour.

 

The rains of winter descend

outside, and I am

unbalanced, in wool socks

waiting for distance

to become time.

Caitlin Elizabeth Thomson‘s work has appeared in numerous journals including the Hart House Review, Going Down Swinging, Labletter, The Toronto Quarterly and Neon. Her first collection of poems, The Victims of Ted Bundy: Washington State and Oregon, is now available from Jeanne Duval Editions.

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