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I Return Here I return here. Like a man who has bombed a city and returns as a tourist, I return here -- a camera between me and the world. How to wrest my wilderness from the teeth of all my cannibal cities. One man of me goes ghostly through all the walls. He lives without substance and has only nothing to say. The rest live as animals at a zoo. And over-civilized men who gaze down the colors of an arctic lake. In the twilit negative landscape, a self-conscious nothing moves away: a pike which will die with a pike in its throat. Geographic and historic distances are coevals. I can fall up the terrible blue canyons between the clouds. ~J. Michael Yates An award-winning writer, Mike has authored thirty books of poetry and fiction, founded publishing houses, taught at universities throughout North America, and has been an executive with the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation. Email. © 2000 by J. Michael Yates. All Rights Reserved.
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