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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

Ruins Walk, Louisbourg

 

We share an apple on the point.

I carve Swiss Army slices while

angry waves gnaw the shore.

 

Wedges pinched between thumb

and blade. She munches idly,

toeing spiders in the sand.

 

The breeze holds all the rage of the

Atlantic. Traces of gunpowder

flare my history-tickled nostrils.

 

Beside us children in period dress

chase geese. Above is a sky

 

that has forgotten how to laugh.

 

David Huebert works, lives and writes in Halifax. His poetry and fiction have appeared in journals such as Event, Matrix, Existere, Vallum and The Antigonish Review.

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