Poems excerpted from the conference paper

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1

There would be a map here
Fold-line at Vancouver
And when the creased pages met
Whitehorse would kiss California

2

There would be a map here
A digital crystal of snow
Spinning over Calgary
Like a page that can't load

Secret feature: tap the edge
And the map flips over
the underside red
As the raw country under skin
The legend says: hellfire

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For context, the first poem comes above my analysis of Ivan Coyote's regional poetics and the second above my analysis of Rae Spoon's same, which include a violent evangelical home life.

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