Sina Queyras

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Sina Queyras Biography

Sina Queyras (born 1963) is a Canadian poet. Her third collection of poetry, Lemon Hound, received the Pat Lowther Award and a Lambda Literary Award. In 2005 she edited Open Field: 30 Contemporary Canadian Poets for Persea Books, the first anthology of Canadian poetry to be published by a U.S. press. She later edited Canadian Strange, a folio of contemporary Canadian writing for Drunken Boat, where she is a contributing editor. From 2005 to 2007 Queyras co-curated the belladonna* reading series in New York. Her most recent poetic work, Expressway, was written mainly in Calgary, while she was serving as Markin-Flanagan Writer-in-Residence at the University of Calgary. She published her first novel, Autobiography of Childhood, in 2011. The book was a shortlisted finalist for the amazon.ca First Novel Award. Her work has been published widely in journals and anthologies including Joyland: A hub for short fiction. She teaches creative writing at Concordia University in Montreal, and has taught at Haverford College and Rutgers University.)

The Best Poem Of Sina Queyras

Put Down That TV Tray

All I ever wanted was that living room, Sunday evening, chicken
In the roaster, that deep orange sofa, that maple table
Spread out like a wagon wheel upon which cups of tea floated
And macramé or puzzles could be assembled. Don't tell me

Disney isn't reality: whole cities have ticked by in nylon print
T-shirts, under lithographs of the Blue Boy in plastic K-Mart frames.
Poets, don't let your poems grow up to be idealists. I want in.
I agree we need to rethink everything from landfills to the accumulation

Of fat around the heart, but there really is nothing like a castle
Under a neon moon ringed with LED flowers. Also, dogs do
Find their way home, and while beds can't fly you can wake
From a good trip around the Internet and be hungry for a Pop-Tart.

Don't say you can't, or won't, or that my dream is flimsy: there is nothing
Less thrilling than a critique of others, how they do or do not, twirl.

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