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From the archives

Who Do They Think They Are?

When extraordinary writers prove fallible

To Save a Planet

Between despair and disaster

Campfire Confessional

Crushes, counsellors, and s’more

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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