The Seed Catalogue Secret

Robert Kroetsch’s long poem is to Albertans what Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass is to Americans. Revealing how we create a culture out of emptiness, the poem’s mystery lies in what it leaves unsaid.

Good Man

The quick glances they give each other while Floyd dumps sugar in his cup are for the concern they feel – that most folks in Parched River feel – that the boy might not turn out so good.

Memory of the Hive

Desperate for summer weather, the girls had their white bellies exposed from the hems of their skimpy shirts to the tops of their jeans. Between downpours, the night air was humid.

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