Margo Dunn says, “If my bones show you my life, the vertebrae are the spines of books, etched with the accents aigoux of Montreal, the city of my youth. If my heart tells the story, it aches with love for and from friends, feminism, writing and performance. If my eyes review what they’ve seen – Women’s Studies’ students, Ariel Books’ customers, Angles and Xtra West readers, Prism and Outlook viewers stare back. My name says M is for mystery; A, for anger; R, reason; G, growth; and O, surprise. Q, quell surprise, is for queer.”
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Taking the Train to Montreal with Margo Dunn
I am standing on the platform at the CN train station in Vancouver taking a deep drag on what I hope to be my last cigarette ever. I have been smoking a pack a day of DuMauriers, the ones in the red boxes. I tried to quit when I got bronchitis and then again when … Read more
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Timeless: a 20 Minute Poem
The girl’s on track, on time, on a streetcar after schoolcopybooks squared into her elbow aswestern sunshine strobes her faceas the dark and light of house and laneclick / clatter past her drowsy eyes The thick bear of an old man, crumpled indirty blankets, drools tobacco brownly.He smells of cheese and rot. The girl grits … Read more
