A Kaleidoscopic View of David Groulx’s Poetry
Buried In Print2020-02-06T13:02:39-05:00Every morning for more than a week, I had breakfast with Anishinaabe-Métis poet, David Groulx; with cups of cinnamon tea and fruitbread, I read his poems to begin my days. I read his Under God’s Pale Bones in 2012, after having seen him read at an International Festival