Occupation: Novelist Birth: May 25, 1926 Death: July 14, 2009
And if my heart isn't in my mouth it's because it knows its place..
My loneliness turned itself inside out and I grew myself a kind of perverse pride..
You don't go after poetry, you take what comes. Maybe the gods do it through me but I certainly do a hell of a lot of the work..
Sandra Kasturi's magical poems transform the ordinary into the surreal and exotic..