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Eleven 5-star reads in the eleventh month of 2019, along with brief reviews on my blog: https://lindypratch.blogspot.com/2019/12/november-reading-round-up.html

No graphic novels at all this month: that's different for me. I do have some GNs out from the library now, so they will be in my December stats. As for poetry, I read two collections in their entirety this month and both are 5-star reads (the tagged book plus Benaway's Holy Wild). The rest of my #readingstats look pretty much the same as usual.

Prometheus is at it again. […] In his room, he‘s building something out of matchsticks for the science fair. The little charred heads like so many executioners.
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The poet keeps a jar of commas on his desk. They look like the sheared ears of voles and are soft as apricots. Late at night, blindfolded, he loves to take them out and play pin-the-tail on the donkey while his wife and children are fast asleep. He plays his sentences like fish in a stream, tickling for trout with curled fingers. […]

This collection of brief prose poems had me feeling a bit puzzled & off-balanced at first. Then, as if a switch was flipped, I got it: our world contains wonder. Humanity‘s imagination is our strength. I have been obsessively rereading these whimsical gems ever since. #CanadianAuthor Winner of the 2019 Griffin #Poetry Prize.

Wind thumbs through the news. The page radiant for a moment like a planet wheeling through darkness.

#Canadian #ekphrastic #poetry

Photo: Windblown headline on a dark pavement, NYC 1956, Diane Arbus

On the couch, Al Purdy was going on about the stunted trees in the Arctic. Upon closer examination, we could see that the leaves were tiny parkas. The illogical must have a logic of its own you said.
#Canadian #Poetry