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Sita Carboni



Sita Carboni is co-founder of Kits Writers Group and Pandora's Collective Outreach Society. Her love for life has made her a mainstay in the local poetry community as a writer, reader and promoter of the arts. She has been featured throughout the Lower-mainland at various events including The World Poetry Readings Series and Radio Show, Word on the Street and The North Shore Writers Festival.  She enjoys the creativity of authors such as Salmon Rushdie, Jose Saramago and Joy Kogawa and hopes to one day learn how to sculpt, combining words with three dimensional form. You can find her poetry in Quills Canadian Poetry Magazine, luluzine, The BluePrint Reivew and Goodgoshalmighty.

 


Contact: sita_pandoras@yahoo.ca
 


Selected Poem:
 

Orange Flowers

 

When our souls stretch

they become flat like caterpillars’ bodies

edging through pure soil.

 

When this happens you could swear

that for just a moment a flame is sparked

in our igloo hearts.

 

We stretch like this on Sundays

or lazy afternoons,

let the sawdust of a week’s work fall from our shoulders.

 

We feel for each others curves, mountains, rivers, horizons.

I watch for the flowers to bloom in your eyes.

 

The last bouquet you gave me,

just a few weeks ago,

you bought from the man that stands at the corner

of Pacific and Quebec.

His outstretched pleas reached you.

 

His body was shadowed by G.M. Place

where concrete and fans applaud million dollar salaries

that parade on skates and hold microphones

while he stands homeless with flowers.

 

The bouquet of dazzling orange was so similar to the one

you gave me on our first date, with your fingers and palm

comforting tiny green stems,

no paper just your caress that I was soon to love.

 

Now I take your hand, hold it over our hearts,

try to stretch away the cold of the city,

the crippling effects of stress, doubts, exhaustion.

 

Yet, we feel no pain compared to the toughness

of Pacific and Quebec where hardly anyone cares

but you did,

bringing me a touch of orange flowers.

 

(Previously published in Monument.)

 


 

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