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 In 2009 she won the Halifax CBC poetry face-off and in 2008 the Writer’s Federation of Nova Scotia’s unpublished manuscript prize for poetry.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
She is the celeriac welling of soup.
She is musty camper with orange-flowered border.
She is stale beer syringe rising.
She is white suits in airports.
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
don’t look so
how could she
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