Sandra Kasturi

A line or two from Sandra's poem Broken Houses by Daylight, recently shared over her sonnetaweek mailing list to which I belong ...

What to do when the house has not quite caved in to the demands of its
roof, the quarrels of its blown windows, the fallen bricks saved
against the leaning wall ...

Old Men, Smoking

Came across the poem "Old Men, Smoking" while googling for Sandra Kasturi and had to say something about it. I found it on the ARC Poetry website in a 2005 review by John Barton . The poem describes the interior world view of the men through exterior details - tells a story in images. I love the way Kasturi makes lovely language reveal hard realities and then lets it stand, naked, in this poem: admiring the "guileless crocodiles" who steady the "tilting world" even while exposing their ugliness, like an object and a disease "humming in the voices of God". Just wow.