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From the archives

The Path of Poetic Resistance

To disarm Canada and its canon

Are Interests Really Value-Free?

A salvo from the “realist” school of Canadian foreign relations

Going It Alone

The marvellous, single-minded, doggedly strange passion of citizen scientists

A Little Advice from the Matriarch



If you want to see far,

turn your back on the sun.


Don’t look for the road you are walking on.



Knock at your door.

That was your self you were talking to.


Politeness can’t hurt.



Don’t shout at the ox!

You must care for it.



I had no name when I came in.

Today I can’t remember it.



Jonah had no line, no hook.

Imagination coughed him up.


He didn’t want to tell anyone.



Don’t hold your nose while passing God.

A letter has been sent to you.



Valley or peak?

Same sky!



Stop sitting around!

Have you nothing to do?


M. Travis Lane went to Fredericton, New Brunswick, in 1960, loved it, became Canadian in 1973. Her 15th collection of poetry, Crossover, will be brought out by Cormorant Press in 2015. A monograph on her work by Shane Neilson, Jan Zwicky and Jeanette Lynes is also coming out shortly.