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Rush Hour Sonondillaby Catherine ChandlerI celebrate the great sardineand count the ways I love it: dried, in cans, smoked, salted, deep-fat fried, filleted in soup and fish terrine. I love its pre-cooked beauties, too— its sleek and shiny silver skin, its single tiny dorsal fin— before it hits the barbecue. Young herring, swimming in the sea, awash in your omega-3, soon you shall pay a hefty price and end up on a bed of rice. For now, take heart in that you're free, not packed inside this train, like me.
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Catherine Chandler studied modern languages as an undergraduate and holds an M.A. in Education from McGill University, where she teaches Spanish in the Department of Translation Studies. She also manages a government-sponsored project in the Faculty of Arts. Her poems and translations have been published or are forthcoming in SPSM&H (Amelia), The Lyric, Blue Unicorn, and other journals and anthologies. She was born in New York, raised in Pennsylvania, and now lives in St. Lazare, a rural town in Quebec, Canada.