Where does identity live? In nationality or tradition? Language or place? Or perhaps identity is a moving, living thing - the passage of time from the home in which we're born to the home that we create. A grandchild of Hungarian and Dutch immigrants to Canada, and an immigrant herself to Wales and Hungary, in these poems Emily Vanderploeg seeks to make sense of pathways, both those inherited and those of her own.
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