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From the archives

The Envoy

Mark Carney has a plan

Bubble Weary in Trump's America

A dispatch from the early days of a divided nation

On Familiar Spirits

A senator warns against another witch hunt

What I have become through grief

 

A line of spider silk, glinting like a mandolin string

plucked by air. A twang of light.

 

A bag of garnet velvet

wrapped around ashes.

 

A painted cup, leaf of bone

china. The shadow of fingers.

 

Alice Major served as Edmonton’s first poet laureate. Her latest collection is Knife on Snow.

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