Two nights after Christmas. We are somnolent and turkey-stuffed. The booming draws us to the windows, the flashing lights keep us there. Fireworks! With each explosion, the snow covering Lac Brome lights up. The colours are something out of Breughel, bonfires beyond the trees. The frozen world glitters in the sudden light.
Six poems from Sue Goyette
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We feature a folio and a conversation with the Halifax poet. Originally
published December 12, 2017. I’m reposting now in anticipation of a new
review of F...






















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