



Stan Persky on George Stanley's 'Vancouver: A Poem'
My point is: if you're a writer in Vancouver, there's an obvious temptation to figure out the enigma of a city that's a cross between a multi-ethnic Floating World Shangri-La and a shabby netherworld of boarded-up storefronts, discarded heroin needles, and basket-carts of the homeless rattling through the back lanes. It might be interesting to know how a poet sees this West Coast patchwork...
(cover & bottom photo by Roy Arden)