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Dead Man's Float details that sad emblem of Western alienation, the tourist couple in their rented tropical Eden. Here life is temporary and not at all cheap. The wildlife is spectacular, the culture incomprehensible, and the locals politely try to hide their hilarity at Canadian pidgin Spanish. Heat, beaches, ruins - why did we think they could distract us from domestic squabbling or the 3 a.m. dreads? Derk Wynand wrings wry existential medit...

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Past Imperfect, Present Tense In Derk Wynand's eleventh collection of poems, his first in nearly a decade, he continues to explore the effects of geographical displacement on the psyche and language of the emigrant or traveler. Often, the mute animal world lends a physical dimension to more abstract meditations on love and loss. A melancholy, sometimes tropical horizon note frequently sounds beneath the book's wry humour and northern ironies.

These flies on a white table burst into shafts of light and touch down again, sun-stricken, the oil of their bodies breaking light into all its parts.Not yet song, their buzzing proves less than noise, maybe more, horizon note or beginnings of pattern. It suits me to think they have learned to make much of the nothing their lives amount to. What are you thinking? from Flies: A Few Questions Poised and buoyant, musing among ironies, alive to th...