Monday's
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. gillian harding-russell has taught at the Universities of Saskatchewan and Regina and through University Extension and the Sociology department. Between 1988 and 2005, she was poetry editor for Event magazine and now works for the Event Reading Service and Manuscript Evaluation and reviews books for a number of journals including Prairie Fire. She has published a chapbook anthology At the End of the Garden (Green Publications, 1990) and three poetry collections, Candles in my Head ( Ekstasis Editions, 2001), Vertigo (River Books, 2004), and I forgot to tell you (Thistledown Press, 2007). Her poetry has appeared in a number of anthologies as well as many journals.
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© 2009 Celia Harding-Russell and gillian harding-russell Fresh Snowfall and the Goodbye The long branches glance white in the headlights. Diamonds under your heavy boots crunch bright. A feathering of frost among the dead stalks and dogwood
twigs. Stars falling in a tower of light corpuscles under the
ray of the doorlamp. All the long roads and unwalked lands, flakes inches
deep below. All this and the white land, your promises to keep. As you look down, I see white lace forming in your hair
and lashes. Tomorrow you'll be gone and we will be down under...
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