Santa wakes up, eventually,/puts away his big red suit and wellies

28 December 200922 May 2015 joannemerriam

Read “The Day After The Day After Boxing Day” by Paul Cookson.

Titanic sinking with a boat in the foreground full of rescued people

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he loves me not

11 April 202611 April 2026 joannemerriam

A screenshot of the erasure poem "Competing with churches for the imagination of present-day" The [arrow to:] great cathedrals renewed interest in [an arrow bypasses the text: what was often, harsh and superficial symmetry of the money, skills, and materials, to point to:] changes: The new and sophisticated exploitation of such decorative

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Three erasures

15 February 202615 February 2026 joannemerriam

I acknowledge that I live in Mi’kma’ki, the ancestral and unceded territory of the Mi’kmaq nation. This territory is covered by a series of treaties of peace and friendship which recognized Mi’kmaq and Wolastoqiyik (Maliseet) title and established rules for an ongoing relationship between nations. We are all treaty people. The stories of First Nations peoples have been told in Mi'kma'ki for centuries, and I commit to holding space for those stories to be retold. Moreover, as a guest on this land, I affirm that I have a duty to be mindful of my environmental impact and to reflect on and hold colonial systems accountable.

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Santa wakes up, eventually,/puts away his big red suit and wellies

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