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Stasis and Flight

Posted on September 17, 2009 by Francois Lachance

They are by temperament different. By métier, poets. Both attentive to detail. Sandra Kasturi in Come Late to the Love of Birds, just before her homage to Ursula K. Le Guin, has a poem, “Bird Logic”, which ends in a … Continue reading →

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Insets

Posted on August 3, 2009 by Francois Lachance

It is a prolonged meditation and puzzling over the relation of insets and calendars that has led me to lay down the following tracks. Third stanza of “In The Country Where They Have No Maps” by Sandra Kasturi in The … Continue reading →

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Xenobotany

Posted on January 2, 2009 by Francois Lachance

That Sandra Kasturi got me to thinking. There is in her collection The Animal Bridgroom a final poem called “Falling” where some lines just drag upon the brain of the dendrologist. […] or frenzied whirl of helicopter seed pods from … Continue reading →

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Teeth Skin Suitcases

Posted on December 30, 2008 by Francois Lachance

In what maybe a rejoinder to Ovid’s Metamorphoses, Sandra Kasturi under the guise of a character looking back upon his career offers us this lovely set of verses Dragon’s teeth sown in our backyard produced such an inundation of small, … Continue reading →

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Inoculated

Posted on November 14, 2007 by Francois Lachance

Jason Taniguchi VERY SENSIBLE STORIES AND POEMS FOR GROWN PERSONS from “The Plague” entry to “The Genre in Brief (100-word stories)” Even those few individuals who did manage to panic were met with equanimity by their neighbours; for it had … Continue reading →

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Niggle Nibble

Posted on November 13, 2007 by Francois Lachance

You take a bite out of the poem and swallow these delicious rhymes. We build great ships plan great, precise, arcing journeys, yearning, yearning to change, fly out of our green, nibbling little lives, to touch, enter be that brightness. … Continue reading →

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