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Emigrate: A found poem and photograph

Posted on February 28, 2011 by

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Emigrate Go in the Spring and take up a Free Farm of 160 Acres in Western Canada. (close to Schools, Churches, Railways and Markets) The Richest Land on Earth. The best climate. The fullest enjoyment of health. Men of 18 years and over get… Continue Reading “Emigrate: A found poem and photograph”

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Considering who you wanted to be

Posted on October 27, 2009 by

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Firefighter, archeologist, mad scientist, doctor, nurse, prime minister, teacher, writer, movie star, policeman. “What do you want to be when you grow up?”, the encouragement of grade one ambitions most likely thwarted by bad luck or practical considerations once coddling questions disappeared. Left in… Continue Reading “Considering who you wanted to be”

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