Last Monday, the Fall edition of the McGill student literary journal STEPS was published, with my poem in it!

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It’s a reflection on arctic blizzards and hallucination–seeing things in randomness when there’s no one else around to contradict you.

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Bonus marks: Can you spot the allusions to Frankenstein and Don Quixote? If you can, are they really there? Don’t worry, I won’t gainsay you.

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“Ice Breaker”

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         He was a man        broken

         by disasters

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seen running across

the crumbling arctic

tilting      at rotating illusions

as clouds of yesterday

fogged      his mind

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his dogs dead

          his body alone     with the Aurora

          where the compass does not settle

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                     what would a compass mean anyway

                     in this         expanse

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he sees spirits         floating

made of fallen snow

this far North, the world is how he sees it

no one will say         no

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warmth as

winter’s         caress

                     frees him

                       to die

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he gathers ice

a funeral pyre

wishes bright wings