GreenWritten and illustrated by Zachari LoganPublished by Radiant PressReview by Shelley A. Leedah$25.00 ISBN 9781998926251 In reading visual artist and poet Zachari Logan’s art/poetry hybrid collection,Green, I was struck by the recurring motif of seeing, and Logan’s recurrentinclusion of the natural world’s diverse creatures and plants. Awe and wonder areintegral elements in this innovative work, a fact that Logan asserts in hisilluminating introduction, which concludes: “[this work] is, ultimately, anexploration of my own enchantment with the world …”. The title also reflectsLogan’s artwork in this collection: the fifty-one pages of drawings—mostly ofleaves, branches and blossoms, and all done “in green ink, pen andpencil”—were completed in a sketchbook he purchased in Venice. Logan’s a well-known Regina, SK artist with a global curriculum vitae. Indeed,prairie gophers, “old wasps and potato bugs” are comfortably juxtaposed againstthe “turtles of Morningside Park” viewed at New York’s “East 96 th Street” and“Vitosha Boulevard’s/bulging trees in Sofia”. Logan was invited to exhibit his workin Bulgaria, and references Bulgarian painter Zlatyu Boyadzhiev (the “̒BulgarianBruegel’”) as well as Caravaggio, El Greco and Canada’s Tom Thomson in thissuperb collection. While employing a range of poetic styles, most of these reflective poems arewritten in free verse and many are narrative, including…

A Eulogy for the Buoyant by Zachari Logan Published by JackPine Press Review by Kris Brandhagen $30 978-0-9865426-2-6 From the title, a reader already knows that Zachari Logan’s A Eulogy for the Buoyant will be a book about death. It is a little book in a black paper bag, on the front of which has been stenciled the title. Modestly covered with a blank sheet of Mylar, hand bound in a thick black paper cover, inscribed, ‘for Dad’ in red pencil crayon, the book is a sandwich of drawing paper and thin rice paper with text that shows through to the studious graphite illustrations of branches and flowers. There is an elegy for a lover, a self, and a home. In a voice directed to the dead, which makes it seem more personal, less introspective, Logan explores grief in a numbered exploration called “Burgundy: 1-17” : 2People here amuse themselves, to deal with the loneliness of obscurity. Debating the timeliness of winter how breath loses contagion when February catches it. Christmas presents, tombs housing the memories of Christmas two months dead. Philosophising loss until it is little more than apprehension— and the assumption is, normality follows. Rich in language and…