Toitū Te Tiriti!
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My Final Poem
Someone rides a bicycle through a cemetery,
then in and out of my poem.
Why would anyone do that?
I was expecting a dark horseman,
not a clown on a bicycle.
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I’d walked through a forest of firs
when I saw issue out of the waterfall
a solitary bird…
—Kathleen Jamie, “The Dipper”
published in POETRY (June 2004)
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I’d walked through a forest of firs
when I saw issue out of the waterfall
a solitary bird…
—Kathleen Jamie, “The Dipper”
published in POETRY (June 2004)
www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazi...
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newsroom.co.nz/2025/12/03/r...
The uranium
That was in
The centrifuge
And which
You were probably
Saving
For power generation
Forgive me
It was so powerful
I am
Become death
The uranium
That was in
The centrifuge
And which
You were probably
Saving
For power generation
Forgive me
It was so powerful
I am
Become death
Full call and instructions here: thefiddlehead.ca/revolution
Full call and instructions here: thefiddlehead.ca/revolution
Summer
there! where the coast
turns the corner
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Summer
there! where the coast
turns the corner
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