Category Archives: Poetry

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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Leaf Note Drop

Posted on December 27, 2008 by Francois Lachance

Mark Truscott in a sequence from Said Like Reeds Or Things entitled “IT WAS” conducts the reader on a tour of what can be accomplished by small incremental changes coupled with tactical page-turning. The poetic sequence is printed towards the … Continue reading →

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To Promise a Promise

Posted on December 22, 2008 by Francois Lachance

Mark Truscott is an accomplished poet who in minimalist terms reminds us of just how friable everyday experience can be. It escapes. Consider this sequence from “LIFESTYLES” in Said Like Reeds or Things. To consider and the majority are involuntary … Continue reading →

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Gather ye Poesies

Posted on December 19, 2008 by Francois Lachance

Terry Pratchett has invented a most marvellous entity call L-Space. Its properties are magical and of course textual. Even big collections of ordinary books distort space and time, as can readily be proved by anyone who has been around a … Continue reading →

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The House by Robin Skelton

Posted on November 28, 2008 by Francois Lachance

Quoting in full and risking copyright infringement of this poem by Robin Skelton. It opens In This Poem I Am: Selected Poetry of Robin Skelton edited by Harold Rhenisch. Very fitting for the beginning. It is entitled “The House” This … Continue reading →

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Solitary Recollections via Preserves

Posted on November 18, 2008 by Francois Lachance

The poem acts in a way as food put by. It acts as a container for memory whose fragrances unroll at the touch of sensitive mind. Or so I believe after reading, Minnie Bruce Pratt’s poem which gives the title … Continue reading →

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So Said Wang Wei

Posted on November 4, 2008 by Francois Lachance

The reduplication in this poem by Wang Wei for me provides a mimetic commentary on the actions of the birds. Vast vast the water falls                  where the white egrets fly Dark dark the summer trees                   where the yellow orioles sing … Continue reading →

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Scat in the Eye

Posted on November 3, 2008 by Francois Lachance

Phyllis Gottlieb, in a poem full of the sensibility of children at play and the social reflections found in childhood rhymes, presents the reader with a thoughtful aside: (as I was sitting beneath a tree a birdie sent his love … Continue reading →

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Cells, Cells, Cells

Posted on October 28, 2008 by Francois Lachance

Linda Hogan. Three lines from somewhere in mid-poem. “We Will Feed You” collected in Rounding the Human Corners. as we journey, myself a cell of someone’s body, seeing it through their eyes, It is, I believe, the influence of the … Continue reading →

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Fragrant Fragments

Posted on October 22, 2008 by Francois Lachance

I did a double take. They [various techniques of avant garde poets] invite the mind to a widened sense of the possible, opening it to the fragrant […] I read this as an opening to the fragment. Imagine my surprise … Continue reading →

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