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the poetry that matters

Nanci Lee

Nanci Lee is a poet and adult educator from Halifax working with savings groups in Africa and Asia. Her poems have been published in various journals including Matrix Magazine, Antigonish Review, the Fiddlehead, the Literary Review of Canada, Free Fall, Quills, Contemporary Verse2, Her Royal Majesty. In 2009 she won the Halifax CBC poetry face-off and in 2008 the Writer’s Federation of Nova Scotia’s unpublished manuscript prize for poetry. In May, 2010, she was the Wallace Stegner Resident in Eastend, Saskatchewan and attended Banff Writing Studio.

After Su Hui

rainbow

 

child

dream

ladder

god

tear

convict

tree

vase

forest

 

perfect

lone

trembling

long

weighted

inked

mustard

fruit

sound

 

struggling

some

a

one

a

some

grasping

saber

persistence

 

slashed

a

wind

cover

cast

a

broken

knot

child

 

quivering

one

serve

RE

verb

one

random

desert

character

 

painted

a

make

chord

live

a

spinning

dragon

scaffold

 

rising

some

a

one

a

some

cracked

moon

dog

 

crimson

forbidden

slanted

burnt

lost

pink

removed

drum

armour

 

horizon

throat

horseman

ash

nest

bird

prophet

depth

 

                                               

Imagining Her

She is the celeriac welling of soup.
Something beaded.
She is musty camper with orange-flowered border.
Something ironed.
She is stale beer syringe rising.
Something born-again.
She is white suits in airports.
Something borrowed.
She is purple coneflower dangling lip.
Something high-set, to be restored.

People say the Darndest Things

Not yet not bad for
a not quite meant to
tell meant by your
meant to let
her let me
let well
enough you
don’t look so
bizarre so
what how
painful
how fascinating
how could she

Horizontal

not the vertical lust of Icarus but the historical ache of Orpheus
tunnels of thought of feral forest tangle of black brush carpets of
crisp yellow leaves of running away of long childhood sidewalks fear
of falling off of ferrets and frontier skies of stammering with
honesty and the shrewd persistence of stream of tides tucking life
back in lateral heaving lateral humility the Chinese say that the past
is in front and the future behind because the past is what you
can see where fascism met communism where circle grows from
line lines of protest lines of cocaine lines you tell yourself sight
lines central in the building of city the lurch the crawl centipede prints
in sand sahara gobi dunes dragonflies mating tail to neck lying face
close singing chorus crowds masses courage and a tightrope bodily
want what is eternal and exposed

                                                                                                                                         Feb 27,2011 Bookmark and Share