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New Winnipeg Poets Folio

New Winnipeg Poets Folio

My daughter, wise beyond her 15 years, summed up Winnipeg the other day: “Everybody hates it here, but nobody wants to leave.” Her solution was that we should just all agree to pick up and move the entire city — imagining a mass relocation to some sunnier realm, like when...
Maurice Mierau

Maurice Mierau

THE FORMER REVEREND   He said he was a liar, so deeply in love with himself that his fortunes had increased while he avoided gay sex, drug use, and memories thereof. Despite the scientific method, he still said time couldn’t evolve an organ like the eye that plants sexual thoughts...
Donato Mancini: from Loitersack

Donato Mancini: from Loitersack

To advance slide show click on the page. [Show picture list]     Donato Mancini makes visual and procedural poetry, bookworks, and visual art. His main books are: SNOWLINE (2015), Buffet World (2011) Fact ‘N’ Value (2011), Æthel (2007) and Ligatures (2005). Notable exhibitions of Mancini’s visual artworks have included exhibitions through Artspeak,...
Lynn Coady: Four Questions

Lynn Coady: Four Questions

Frankie Barnet: Place plays a significant role in your work. Stories like “Wireless”, “Hellgoing” and “Another World” all seem to have an interest in exploring and critiquing cosmopolitan aspects of city life, as well as differences between city and country life. You yourself are from Cape Breton but now live...
Stephen Collis: from Redactical

Stephen Collis: from Redactical

1 Stuck again we came up with something else Tried gluing the cardboard shards of boxes To our heads and backs like The defensive plates and spikes Of dinosaurs we weren’t but were becoming Or drove out west like a movie we remember Where girls feet rest on the dash...
Catriona Wright: Two Poems

Catriona Wright: Two Poems

MUK-BANG You sign in to watch the K-Pop princess eat three steaks, a bucket of kimchi, ten carp pastries filled with custard and red bean paste. You sign in to see her hair, silky as bull semen, her skin, dewy as snail slime. She is size minus ten, but you...
Lynn Crosbie: Three Poems

Lynn Crosbie: Three Poems

Lynn Crosbie is a Toronto writer. Some of the poems from this collection, The Corpses of the Future, have appeared in Highway magazine. Her new novel Where Did You Sleep Last Night comes out this spring with House of Anansi Press. Her latest e-short story/fanfic, “Little Snowfall” is online now....
Cornelia Barber: Looking at Emma's Dilemma

Cornelia Barber: Looking at Emma’s Dilemma

        “There is No Scene Here” Looking at Emma’s Dilemma (Henry Hills, 2012) by Cornelia Barber To look is to be curious, to be interested, to lower yourself. No one you look at is worth it. Looking is always demeaning. The word conversation is banished. I think...
Tanya Tagaq: Untitled

Tanya Tagaq: Untitled

when air becomes thin flesh could be moved like warm butter and chewed and swallowed without hurting anyone where my own insides can be pulled through my fingers where death seems like the only thing that is sure the only natural thing left where the lights go dim and reality...
The New Vancouver Poets

The New Vancouver Poets

Vancouver is a transient space. The common joke is that you never have a friend who was actually born and raised in Vancouver. With that in mind we created this folio as a snapshot of new poets who, for right now, call Vancouver home. Our call for submissions had a...
Introducing the Emerging Toronto Poets Folio

Introducing the Emerging Toronto Poets Folio

Welcome to the Lemon Hound Emerging Toronto Poets Folio, containing fourteen contributors (presented here in reverse chronological order): Phoebe Wang, Aaron Tucker, Kate Sutherland, Bardia Sinaee, Jenny Sampririsi, Michael Prior, Sarah Pinder, Sara Peters, Julie Joosten, Helen Guri, Scott Draper, Vincent Colistro, lindsay cahill, & David Alexander. When we—Stevie Howell...
Rachel Zolf on Juliana Spahr: The Transformation thinks wit(h)ness

Rachel Zolf on Juliana Spahr: The Transformation thinks wit(h)ness

This essay was originally written as part of Laynie Browne’s project to curate essays on the “poet’s novel”  in mid-2013.A The Transformation, Juliana Spahr. Atelos, 2007 Thinking thought usually amounts to withdrawing into a dimensionless place in which the idea of thought alone persists. But thought in reality spaces itself...
Jake Kennedy on Lisa Robertson

Jake Kennedy on Lisa Robertson

“You Decide to Meditate on the Condition of a Seam”—Notes On Lisa Robertson’s Cinema of the Present it’s not the new.  it is what is yet not known, thought, seen, touched but really what is not. and that is. —Eva Hesse -Kmac visited Coach House just as Cinema Of The...
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Corina Copp: from The Green Ray

Corina Copp: from The Green Ray

LA VOIX HUMAINE It begins seductively, with the potential loss of her hands parting in a bath O Fernet, able to close again, close enough to his temples that his darker moments of depression illuminate, taking on a slow neon flush of knee- cap busting into freedom like we’d like it to for the story....
Jacob Wren on Leanne Simpson: Dancing on Our Turtle’s Back & Islands of Decolonial Love

Jacob Wren on Leanne Simpson: Dancing on Our Turtle’s Back & Islands of Decolonial Love

Dancing on Our Turtle’s Back: Stories of Nishnaabeg Re-creation, Resurgence and a New Emergence, Leanne Simpson (ARP Books, 2011)       Islands of Decolonial Love: Stories and Songs, Leanne Simpson (ARP Books, 2013)         There is a short sentence I keep coming back to, only seven words: how to live as if it...
Cecily Nicholson: from From The Poplars

Cecily Nicholson: from From The Poplars

SELECTIONS FROM FROM THE POPLARS a large group of men line the street from the back door of the Land offices they await an opportunity to gain a piece of BC tree island onto definitive tracks blinks a haze of contact shred through the built developing a bundle of wars war rights of the Crown...
David Walker on  Craig Cotter: After Lunch with Frank O’Hara

David Walker on Craig Cotter: After Lunch with Frank O’Hara

After Lunch with Frank O’Hara, Craig Cotter (Chelsea Station Editions 2014) In 1959, Frank O’Hara published “Personism: A Manifesto”, a tongue-in-cheek essay that, for all its cynicism towards critical prose about poetry – the essay’s first line insists that “everything is in the poems” (247) – remains the clearest articulation of O’Hara’s casual, intimate poetics....
Peter Norman: from The Gun That Starts The Race

Peter Norman: from The Gun That Starts The Race

AGE OF WAITING Crows rasp and wrestle for a scrap of kill discarded at the curb: carcass dropped from the claws of a passing gull. Each beak pecks out its portion. In the shop, a knife is pressed against the cashier’s throat. As customers look on, the burglar loads up on smokes and currency. It’s...
Chelene Knight: from Braided Skin

Chelene Knight: from Braided Skin

UGANDA 1972 A once promising land—evaporating. The people abolished, divided and shaken by the expulsion, the elimination. The threat of an ethnic cleansing of the Indian minority hovered over Asian carpenters, mechanics, shoemakers and tailors—the middlemen flail in the political winds. Minority eyes must speak: Identify yourself; breakthrough for Uganda. Kampala—tombs of kabakas have woven...
Wanda Praamsma: from a thin line between

Wanda Praamsma: from a thin line between

EXCERPTS FROM A THIN LINE BETWEEN   it wasn’t intended for me to see but I did (in the subject of an email) the invisible mom on a hill in a suburb in serbia jon went back julie followed there were two weddings one in serbia one in canada two services two families two dresses...
Chelsea Rooney: from Pedal

Chelsea Rooney: from Pedal

I twisted a cap off a bottle and threw it into the fire. We watched the sparks. The beer went down like water. The firelight pumped like a red heart in the night. I said, “Let’s bring Sally to the beach tomorrow.” Smirks didn’t respond, didn’t move, didn’t look at me. I could imagine them...
Tanis MacDonald: Two Poems

Tanis MacDonald: Two Poems

CHERISH: A CENTO Dear friend, you have excited crowds with your example.1 I speak to judge crimes of filiation.2 Consider that the thing died before we ever proved it lived,3 the boatman’s ferry creaking with its legions of incurables.4 This landfall happened at your exact flooding and5 now you are sitting doubled up in pain,6 your...
John Thompson: Professor's Last Stand

John Thompson: Professor’s Last Stand

PROFESSOR’S LAST STAND   Don’t believe I’m here: I’ve packed, gone without a trace somewhere north of north,   or I’m lying in the oily arms of the richest woman in Calgary, Alberta;   don’t you realise? I’ve been disappearing all year: at least half of me is eating tea-dunked chappatis outside Katmandu   and...
Rebecca Salazar: Colombiana

Rebecca Salazar: Colombiana

COLOMBIANA   1. (noun.) The CGI favelas superimposed upon the intricate-lit sheen of Zoe Saldana’s left tricep as she nuzzles a handgun between praying hands, barrel kissing her brow as the tasteful taupe words haloed over her head decree Vengeance Is Beautiful.   2. (verb). The act of engaging in a rare form of pica,...
Kelly Shepherd: Self Portrait in Fur

Kelly Shepherd: Self Portrait in Fur

SELF PORTRAIT IN FUR The bear says to the gathered performance artists who are attempting a sound poem that emulates the sounds of a bear I never know when it’s actually sound poetry or when it’s someone making fun of sound poetry The performance artists adjust their bear masks, wipe sweat from the backs of...

Ali Znaidi: The Doxa of the Wind

THE DOXA OF THE WIND The dust is biting the leaves. A chrysanthemum is blooming in a salty dry swamp. Sécheresse is everywhere. I’m searching for a mystery amidst the sandy gravel, forgetting about the wind & about doxa, a common belief as its name implies. My lemonade becomes mixed w/ yellow pollen. The desert...
Alicia E Stallings: The Machines Mourn the Passing of People

Alicia E Stallings: The Machines Mourn the Passing of People

Concetta Principe: from Perversions

Concetta Principe: from Perversions

THIS DON JUAN FISHBOWL to reach and stop. to want and keep going. to want to reach the limit. to want to take and justify the taking. to reach the limit and steal transgressing. this shapes all that is cypher. sealed with a kiss. so many they cannot be counted. so many thrown, juggled, dropped...
Taryn Hubbard: Two Poems

Taryn Hubbard: Two Poems

ON ROLLING THE DICE I tried to explain non-sequitur username perfect punch line a secret combination what’s the point of baited wish down at the avatar hall? tight cued lemon juice, raspberry, reboot, a diagnosis for coconut oil nature’s web forum crowd verified recommendations for correcting personal experiences, or what happened to my friend, or...
Steve McOrmond: Two Poems

Steve McOrmond: Two Poems

INTRODUCTION TO HOMELESSNESS _____“The point is that fashion is the armour to survive the reality of everyday life.” _________________________________________- Bill Cunningham Bare feet in old running shoes, a tattered cape made of shopping bags skilfully knotted together so they overlap like shingles on a roof or oily feathers. Were you a tailor or sailmaker in...
Sophie Seita on Bernadette Mayer: Sonnets

Sophie Seita on Bernadette Mayer: Sonnets

Sonnets, Bernadette Mayer. Tender Buttons Press, 2014   Grace Notes for Bernadette * I might sing forever with never a goal nor solution * Full of luxury, grace notes, prosperousness and charm * while singing of the pleasures of good gianthood * The commonality of all form is constraint and its bending: mine is length...
Annick MacAskill: Woman as Riot

Annick MacAskill: Woman as Riot

WOMAN AS RIOT “Then come curtain-lectures in the live-long night.” –St Jerome Our best shot was to ignore it—like a group of dignified mute let gravity herd our cries, take them into the earth. We could have stayed silent: a supple garrulous throat you like to jam things into; the pretty fatras for your soirées....
Jordan Mounteer: Urban Koans

Jordan Mounteer: Urban Koans

URBAN KOANS (I) Bricked corridors, buildings bunched elbow-to-elbow in the blue-shift of coastal rain. Street-lamps duck and blush as we pass, fluoride-gazes eschewing all but their own perimeters of pavement, vision hung like a bell in some Pavlovian stoicism. In a corner café the woman beside me uses “logistic” too often to describe the process...
Tim Cresswell: Three poems

Tim Cresswell: Three poems

A GLASS OF WATER They say this glass of London water passed through eight bodies before mine. Starting near Heathrow. A Sikh cabby. The morning shift. Then teacher between classes, a young woman, Kiwi, fit to burst. A Southall market seller, bagging mangoes and bitter gourd. A man who lives on a Brentford boat, pissing...
Sanjeev Sethi: Rigmarole

Sanjeev Sethi: Rigmarole

RIGMAROLE After the drill of social punctilios, when curtains are drawn, the blah blah of bovarism lies peeled in hearts willing to eavesdrop on themselves. The therapy of truth unveils its secrets: we know our lies better than all the light there is. After a mortise level on laminate of life, it is meaningless to...
Allison Fairhurst: One Poem

Allison Fairhurst: One Poem

PHALANGE I used to—with a flashlight— inspect the bones in my hand a child’s fascination: what’s in? orange phalange glow but the bones in these hands of mine moved like worms in there and I was scared so I called Mum on a black bakelite telephone with a dial instead of buttons and I kept...
C. Kubasta: The Prurient I

C. Kubasta: The Prurient I

THE PRURIENT I i much of the language of this section lifted from Gray’s Anatomy ii language lifted from Gray’s Anatomy iii language lifted from The Malleus Malificarum _____ C. Kubasta attended Wells College and received an MFA in poetry from The University of Notre Dame. Her work experiments with hybrid forms, excerpted text, and shifting voices. A...
Margaret Christakos: Crossing Over: Temporalities of Erasure and Recuperation in the Contemporary Long Poem

Margaret Christakos: Crossing Over: Temporalities of Erasure and Recuperation in the Contemporary Long Poem

Crossing Over: Temporalities of Erasure and Recuperation in the Contemporary Long Poem, For Example, in Erín Moure’s The Unmemntioable and M. NourbeSe Philip’s Zong!   by Margaret Christakos     One is adrift, the many drifts. Glen Lowry, “Of—If Not In—A Vernacular,” West Coast Line 50 “Staging Vernaculars”:4-6.   I woke Sun Feb 2, 2014...
Erín Moure: Кaпycтa / Kapusta

Erín Moure: Кaпycтa / Kapusta

КAПYCТA / KAPUSTA _____ Erín Moure writes in English and Galician and translates poetry from French, Galician, Spanish and Portuguese into English by, among others, Nicole Brossard, Chus Pato and Fernando Pessoa. Her work has also appeared in short films, theatre, and musical compositions. In 2014, her Insecession, a translational echo to Chus Pato’s biopoetics,...
Cassidy McFadzean: Three Poems

Cassidy McFadzean: Three Poems

ON WEARING THE LEGGINGS OF EARTHLY DELIGHTS Not are they born of the left-most panel – of fowl _____and fur emerging from a place of absence, from which __________we perceive a layer of brown earth. Nor from God blessing Eve, _____as Adam wipes the sleep from his drowsy eyes. Neither has it come, this exquisite...
Damian Rogers on Elise Partridge

Damian Rogers on Elise Partridge

ON GENEROSITY, CORRESPONDENCE, AND EMBRACING EXILE I think the exile of poetry is also the exile of the best of humankind. —Octavio Paz Why shouldn’t I drift off like a lost balloon? But you gave me another gift: “I’ll carry you in my heart till my last day on earth.” —Elise Partridge One week ago...
Nelly Arcan: Speed Dating

Nelly Arcan: Speed Dating

In 2007, under the direction of Jérôme Garcin, Seuil published an anthology titled New Mythologies. The anthology’s title was a nod to Roland Barthes’ Mythologies, which had been published fifty years earlier. The 2007 collection wished to explore the mayhem of the 2000s. Nelly Arcan was asked to contribute and she chose a timely theme:...
JULIE MANNELL: A POEM AGAINST PRETTY BODIES

JULIE MANNELL: A POEM AGAINST PRETTY BODIES

A POEM AGAINST PRETTY BODIES We all feel very bad about cutting our wrists when we’re at an age where a certain element of creativity is expected and maturity is required. I do it like a little girl. I do it the wrong way on purpose. Sometimes I do it so others can see it....
Ben Lerner: Didactic Elegy

Ben Lerner: Didactic Elegy

Sense that sees itself is spirit. —Novalis 1. Intention draws a bold, black line across an otherwise white field. Speculation establishes gradations of darkness where there are none, allowing the critic to posit narrative time. I posit the critic to distance myself from intention, a despicable affect. Yet intention is necessary if the field is...
Mat Laporte on Katy Bohinc: Dear Alain

Mat Laporte on Katy Bohinc: Dear Alain

Dear Alain, Katy Bohinc. Tender Buttons Press,  2014   Dear Katy, I wrote you once to say I was afraid to review your book because I’m afraid to draw the wrath of Bro Marxists. But on second thought, I realized this epistolary form might be one way to circumvent that. For starters, a letter is not as...

Jane Eaton Hamilton: Immaculata

IMMACULATA Oh mud lover, oh dirt, oh sewage, I’ve been wearing April like galoshes, Stomping your ditch in a swill of brown water, nursing your weeds like tits. Well, that’s over, it’s May tomorrow— no more quicksand for me. Is this love, this ooze and stain? Your leeches ride my elbows. Your scum exhales me....
Colin Fulton: Lesson Eighteen

Colin Fulton: Lesson Eighteen

  DON’T PARALIPSISE THROUGH MY ZEUGMA AND TELL ME IT’S PHRONESIS DON’T MOVERE ALONG MY LITOTE AND CALL IT ELENCHIC DON’T PLEONASATE AMID MY MAXIMS AND CALL IT ONEDISMUS DON’T ENALLAGE ONTO MY OCCUPATIO AND TELL ME IT’S SANNIONIC DON’T BOMPHILOGIATE AGAINST MY APOPHASIS AND CALL IT KAIROS DON’T ARETE MY ISOCOLONATE AND GO ON...
Malcolm Sutton in Conversation with Alisha Piercy: Bunny and Shark

Malcolm Sutton in Conversation with Alisha Piercy: Bunny and Shark

Malcolm Sutton (MS): Your new novel, Bunny and Shark (BookThug 2014), centres on a Playboy Bunny who is thrown out, in a most dramatic and violent gesture, by her long-time lover. This happens to her at a critical moment in her life: when her power over men is diminishing as her body becomes less desirable...
Trisha Low on Steven Zultanski’s Bribery and Brandon Brown’s Top 40

Trisha Low on Steven Zultanski’s Bribery and Brandon Brown’s Top 40

I guess there are certain things that one is obligated not to talk about in a book review, like one’s personal relationship to the authors of those books one is reviewing, or really, any personal details about oneself. But for the purposes of this review, honestly let’s just fuck it. I, Trisha Low, am friends...
Madhur Anand: Two Poems

Madhur Anand: Two Poems

IF I CAN MAKE IT THERE It’s January and in the news, white fluff, cherry trees flowering in Brooklyn. What to make of the changed phenology? A closet of cuttings: Pale yellow pages. Lignin destabilized where lines are preserved. I’ll follow greenhouse seeds, edit second editions but need more breathing room, more literature review. And...
Elena Johnson: Three Poems

Elena Johnson: Three Poems

Tallest Objects   Wildflowers one knuckle high. Mammals the width of a hand gather bouquets in their mouths, pile them in havens between stones.   Each human gesture weighted with layers of fleece and wool, zippers and eider-down.   A kilometre above sea-level, we are the tallest objects bent by the wind.   Wide-legged gait...
Elee Kraljii Gardiner

Elee Kraljii Gardiner

Concepción, Chile   When they take her from the street she shouts her full name so someone might record her disappearance. They shut her up. Her articles are measured and weighed. For months they guard her, abbreviate her verbs. They keep her in the imperative. She is strip-searched, shocked, revived. Sprayed down with rhetoric. They...
Chris Gilpin

Chris Gilpin

Each Winter Every Winter   The house holds winter over its head on a book, the covers its roof, and us, the pages within. The book stillness rising, a fat sky wedge plowing upwards, as the snow rotates down, a repeated background on vertical scroll.   Winter bringing yesterwinter, piled onto by the winter before,...
Cail Judy

Cail Judy

MOTEL 6   They climb the rust belt stairs Boots heavy on threaded steel The father walks ahead and the young boy follows as the smoke from his father’s cigarette mingles with the cold prairie air.   They stop in front of their motel room Father leaning over the railing ledge Starting at the parking...
andrea bennett: Two Poems

andrea bennett: Two Poems

In Leduc, Alberta, there’s a man on a job. He’s selling farm insurance under a bow-legged tent. He’s heckling my boots, oh good, he’s heckling. At this truck stop, where this man is working, the only other visible woman is working the bar. This truck stop where I am not woman enough, but where I...
Adrienne Gruber: Two Poems

Adrienne Gruber: Two Poems

Hour Twenty   Bowel seized, Iron Maiden, tailbone swinging like a trap door.   Stuck in this swamp I bathe in my juices. Early afternoon melts   hardwood into honeyed strips. I have douched enough, fermented in sauce   of amniotic piss, the drug of heat has worn. I am combustible. Walls coat ashen, baptized....
Geoffrey Nilson

Geoffrey Nilson

Burning Down The House   Gregory Crewdson, Twilight: Plate 11, 2002, digital print of 8×10 glass negative   he walks two three times around the gas can slouched on his heels the building crackling his two teenage daughters stuck in a game of risk on the hood of the family station wagon ‘you might not...
Jennifer Zilm

Jennifer Zilm

Spiritual Media: Follow this Poem   Directives: @ShopprsDrugMart pharmacists as primary care #yourlifestore #youregonnabehappy   @VCHhealthcare urban physicians and their atrophied skills #carepointclinic   @seroquelXR05 anti-psychotics—even in sub-therapeutic does— can stop your period #mypsychiatristsaysihaveexcellentboundaries   Histoire du livre   Everyone you’ve ever known seems a monotheist, eyes entranced by this dynamic book. And you, I...
Kayla Czaga: Three Poems

Kayla Czaga: Three Poems

I Forgot To Mention the Thunderball   The day I stepped through my Etch a Sketch signaled the end of an era. Over were the evenings my father would lie belly-down on the rumpus room rug, propped on his elbows winding mini-mazes for me to solve, as I counted bunnies on his Pilsner bottle. All...
Kevin Spenst: Two Poems

Kevin Spenst: Two Poems

What’s Shaken from the Sun   We dream our ideals into each day, wake within some souvenir of failure, vacation in a lovely schmutz of laughter. Confounded by fuck-ups and shoddy directions, we hovel respite from the pits. We dream our ideals into each day. Compounded by weaks and yearns, time pummels our expressions. Our...
Mariner Janes

Mariner Janes

the cutthroat’s wishlist   crept in to covered spaces, crawled in anywhere, became punctured with hidden, felt up and abandoned   memory loss, if reconstructed in a three dimensional way ship steers, bucks left uncoiled and repulsed   if you were to look back at the crux of the ocean the dividing line, the long...
Megan Jones: Two Poems

Megan Jones: Two Poems

Ophelia’s Video Selfie   Act 1   Green girl in a garden. A girl, a veil of green.   Videos in the garden direct how I’m to be   or not to be seen.   Act 2   Dear Hamlet, Hi, Eff you.   Act 3   For every forty-two selfies I edit three:  ...
Leanne Dunic: Three Poems

Leanne Dunic: Three Poems

Test   Tolerance for raw meat is a good start.     You’ve got a nice selection of scars but I need more proof.     Here’s a sleeping bag, plastic cup, a box of raisins.   You don’t like raisins – yet.   Flashlight, gauze, a bottle of water. Keep matches dry.    ...
Raoul Fernandes

Raoul Fernandes

An Ache in the Knot    if there’s a shortness in the breath of the lungs if there’s an ache in the muscles of the arm   if there’s a knot in the shoulder and a soreness in the throat if there’s a redness in the eye   and a twitch in the lid if...
Rob Taylor: Two Poems

Rob Taylor: Two Poems

Naked   Evening circles sunlight from the sky, mirrors my window, one way. Outside I must be museumed, diorama’d, aglow.   I turn to see who’s watching, find the one man I’d forgotten to expect, and behind him, through him,   blurred into his face and eyes, a wall of books I read once, shelved,...
Sugar le Fae: Two Poems

Sugar le Fae: Two Poems

Love, an Abstract   His torso’s door gnashing ravenously, the Tin Man chases, chest-first, after the heart floating an arm’s length out of reach in his own hand.   Clownfish —after Britney Spears   My feelings for you are like the incestuous loneliness of the sea anemone. To be all-feeling is its own kind of...
Nav Nagra

Nav Nagra

  Nav Nagra is a writer, reader and knitter. She is currently working on two books of poetry.
Eli Zibin

Eli Zibin

  Eli Zibin is a poet in Vancouver.
Jillian Christmas

Jillian Christmas

Just how some folks play the blues   “There’s just some thing about the wide-mouthed women!” I say, bashful over details of my latest adventures, down the front of slim trousers and up the back of summer skirts. My lover is coolly unsurprised; it’s all common tongue for the young ones like us who shake...
Leah Horlick: Three Poems

Leah Horlick: Three Poems

To Forget It’s a blessing, isn’t it? To be able, days at a time, to forget what we are. - “Blood Honey,” Chana Bloch     Two friends in two weeks, this time. Heart attacks, both under thirty. You scoop me up from the airport with an armful of calla lily, hydrangea, purple starburst —the...
mia susan amir

mia susan amir

    mia susan amir was born in Israel/Palestine and currently lives between Oakland CA, and Vancouver, BC, Coast Salish Territories. amir is a writer, performer, vocalist, facilitator and community educator who holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Mills College. She is currently working on a memoir entitled A Memory of Sand and Silence....
Andrew McEwan

Andrew McEwan

from Of Matters Diverse and Confused. Particular Subjects. Subsect. 1.   The temperature of the body overthrown. Left impulses, memory. Inability being a common infirmity. Like kingdoms under such heads, bodies groan.   Mock folly, mock one another. As a drone – unprofitable. Such an economy of motion. Bankrupt neighbours. Actors intrude on common ground....
Alex Leslie: Two Poems

Alex Leslie: Two Poems

From Vancouver for Beginners   The Bridges There are entire neighbourhoods you need to forgive. Streets, daylighted gutter creeks, morning shoulders, your legs still walking home. The ocean slumps at the end of the phone line. You sold this friendship to the pawnshop three different times before it finally went. You had the good sense...
Shazia Hafiz Ramji: Two Poems

Shazia Hafiz Ramji: Two Poems

Shazia Hafiz Ramji lives in Vancouver, BC where she works at Anvil Press, facilitates creative writing workshops for Megaphone magazine, reads submissions and edits book reviews for subTerrain magazine, and is the managing editor of Zouch magazine. Her writing has recently appeared in In/Words, Dreamland, Canadian Literature, and in the anthology Fierce Invalids: A Tribute to Arthur Rimbaud. She recently received the inaugural Yale Road Scholarship for...
Emily Chou

Emily Chou

how to fart in front of your boyfriend   i. hide your farts all over the house. under couch cushions, inside desk drawers. between bank statements, and behind the tv. he will find one eventually.   ii. let them get acquainted without your presence. if you casually leave them in a room together it will...
Gabe Foreman: Three Poems

Gabe Foreman: Three Poems

A THOUSAND PLATEAUS He had a stiff little Heidegger one summer morn. Sipping his Nestle, he wanted to Schopenhauer and Chef Boyardee you. But you were perestroika, a fistful of nickels, and your boyfriend was Aunt Jemima, plus Jehovah, fused into a crystal Nietzsche. A platter of Kierkegaard silver, a detached puritan who became a...
A Few Of My Favorite Things: Non Fiction

A Few Of My Favorite Things: Non Fiction

I’ve read more this year than I have in the past several years but still, nowhere near what I used to read in a given year. I understand, if I didn’t already I suppose, why there are fantasies of reading for mothers. Gone are the days when I could easily sustain a reading practice. By...
A Few Of My Favorite Things: Children's Books

A Few Of My Favorite Things: Children’s Books

Who Built That? Modern Houses, Princeton Architectural Press, 2014 My three year-olds are technically way too young for this, but I bought it for them anyhow because we already look at houses when we’re walking and this will make it more fun. Gorgeous book. Gift appeal: wide Brown Girl Dreaming, Jacqueline Woodson, Penguin 2014 Yes,...
A Few of My Favorite Things 2014: Poetry

A Few of My Favorite Things 2014: Poetry

Like all lists, this is incomplete, even as a list of my favorite poetry things of the year. It’s incomplete because I often lend, or give books that would be on this list for example, and when it comes time to draft the list I have to go with what is in the “can’t shelve”...
Jonathan Ball on Michael Lista

Jonathan Ball on Michael Lista

The Scarborough by Michael Lista (Signal Editions, 2014)   When Kenneth Goldsmith appeared on The Colbert Report to promote his book Seven American Deaths and Disasters, Stephen Colbert stated that reading the book (which consists of conceptual poems transcribing live news reports of events ranging in scope from the death of John Lennon to the...

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lindsay cahill

9 & 10 lindsay cahill    ____________________________ lindsay cahill is a Toronto-based editor, visual poet, and remixer. her most recent publications include Zigest, The Rusty Toque, Stroboscope: a magazine of versioned poetics, and TheVolta.org’s feature on The Women of Visual Poetry. pieces from her Simpsons remix project were published in Jonathan Ball’s anthology WHY POETRY...

Julie Joosten

Helen Guri

Excerpt from “Kettle,” a long poem Helen Guri (1) Ensemble Most of us already have water, a pot to put it in. It is hard to improve on the men and equipment. Strategically deploy a big pot of water on the stove. Illuminate, if at night, the burner under it. Start looking for things to...

Phoebe Wang

Penelope Before Marriage Phoebe Wang There are no mermaids in Lake Ontario, but I have heard you singing. The girls leaned in, legs wobbling onboard, their footing unsure. Before the ferry crossed our path we tacked, taking our time with the racing done and the jib sheets slack. The wind flirted with their feathery hair,...

Kate Sutherland

Dürer’s Rhinoceros Kate Sutherland I. In the year our living such a marvel I had to send you this representation made after toad protected scales large as this comes to fight first whets horn pushing his forelegs then rips open where skin thinnest therefore fears the rhinoceros he always gores him whenever he meets an...

Bardia Sinaee

The End of Men Bardia Sinaee It is so hard for some men to be men and be humans also, to be men without treading on other men, as if not all men can be men. A man needs a man like a fish needs a hook, for how else will a man know he...

Aaron Tucker

why is history like a fruitcake? Aaron Tucker I refantasize about otherme as you shower separately + I tip + slosh through luggage: I am young + I study hard in university huddled over fat red pencil + small desk ill-fitting pants + homemade haircut this long lab coat vision/version gasps at test tube smokepuff...

David Alexander

Personal reflection essay: politics David Alexander Sometimes I spend too much time reading Wikipedia articles when I should be exercising my democratic right to vote. So I drive to the nearest polling station only to find it filled with children. I join their dodgeball game and bean everyone in the head until it is just...

Michael Prior

Familiarity Principle Michael Prior Your letter lies unopened on the counter. Onscreen, Lauren Bacall slides off Bogart’s lap and leans against the frame: You know how to whistle, don’t you? Consider the question. Seventy years ago, it tented trousers in the theater’s dusk, those dreamers who returned home to hold their wives and imagine a...

Jenny Sampirisi

from The Possum Play             Act 2 Jenny Sampirisi He says: I like your feet. She says: they keep me up. And leaves come down. Living world turned ornament: green stilettos, leather boots, fields and roads, the wild. If you can be immobile for a time, emit stink. I come...

Sarah Pinder

January Sarah Pinder And then it cut, grinned and starlings burst out. I read your book on the bus. I carried it with me in my bag, lying quietly in the bits of paper and balled napkins. I kept your book because it hummed a little. It was better. I could just part the straps...

Scott Draper

Eighty-Sixed Scott Draper François Vatel, majordomo to Le Grand Condé, died infamously in 1686 (split on the notched tine of a fish fork) giving cooks and television cockneys the now-popular phrase for complete lack. Across the Kingdom of France cutlers grew broken-hearted, their eyes like whetstones. François Vatel did not die in 1686, but he...

Vincent Colistro

3 Variations on a Joke Vincent Colistro Paying only minimal attention to / As I understand / In accordance with The paradigms of the story / A priest / A rabbi / A German / Walks into a tavern and sees / is greeted by / sits down next to An enigmatic tourist who bets...
Ryan Pratt on Julie Joosten: Light Light

Ryan Pratt on Julie Joosten: Light Light

Light Light, Julie Joosten. BookThug (2013) Stillness is the new fantasy – a rest in the garden after work or an upcoming vacation – promising an answer to the madness of our schedules with a restoring sense of balance. Nowadays, every time we try to meditate or unplug from our devices, there’s this lack. An...
Kevin McNeilly on Ken Babstock

Kevin McNeilly on Ken Babstock

All Good Possibles: Ken Babstock, On Malice Ken Babstock read last Tuesday evening at Book Warehouse on Main St., for the Vancouver launch of his latest collection On Malice, which appeared a little earlier this fall from Coach House Books. The book gathers three extended pieces and a skewed sonnet sequence: “Perfect Blue Distant Objects,”...
In Conversation: Sina Queyras & Kerry-Lee Powell

In Conversation: Sina Queyras & Kerry-Lee Powell

SQ: Congratulations. Inheritance is an impressive, powerful first book. It feels quite unlike many Canadian first books in terms of craft, weight, and to some extent tone, if not concerns. Can you tell me how the book came to be? KLP: The collection centres around a shipwreck endured by my father in the second world...
Frankie Barnet on Shelly Oria: NEW YORK 1 TEL AVIV 0

Frankie Barnet on Shelly Oria: NEW YORK 1 TEL AVIV 0

NEW YORK 1 TEL AVIV 0, Shelly Oria. Bond Street Books (2014)   “I think, who is this person? That me who isn’t Israeli and isn’t American, isn’t gay and isn’t straight— who is she?” (26).   New York 1, Tel Aviv 0, Shelly Oria’s debut collection of short stories, is a book about intersections...
Julie Sheehan: One Poem

Julie Sheehan: One Poem

HOT LITTLE CRICKET SONNET THAT WANTS WANTS WANTS   but hasn’t, being all but sex, all filch, iambic shanked & muscle mad to batten him thigh to knee but leave an oxygen enough for one keen lust to breathe & want but want what crickets want, fair hearing played at night: he lie he lay...
Alison Smith: Two Poems

Alison Smith: Two Poems

WHAT PEOPLE LOVE TO LOVE ABOUT PRISON after Jen Hadfield what people love about prison is the radical separation what people love about separation are the handwritten letters what people love about letters is first-person narrative what people love about the person is tragedy what people love about tragedy is a glimpse of gallows humour...
CA Conrad: from Sharking of the Birdcage

CA Conrad: from Sharking of the Birdcage

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Adam Sol: Two Poems

Adam Sol: Two Poems

TOWARD AN IDEA OF CITIZENSHIP I’m trying not to think of my country as a girl drinking drinking coffee in a drizzle after her boyfriend has gotten on the train. drinking Her dyed-black hair is piled on her head, this morning’s cobbling together drinking of last night’s style and fire. Her eyeliner is smudged, but...
Prathna Lor on Laura Riding: Contemporaries and Snobs

Prathna Lor on Laura Riding: Contemporaries and Snobs

Contemporaries and Snobs. Laura Riding. Edited by Laura Heffernan and Jane Malcolm. University of Alabama Press, 2014 “In theory, poetry has officially passed” (40). So proclaims Laura Riding in her opening essay to Contemporaries and Snobs, “Poetry and the Literary Universe.” Originally published in 1928, this new edition, edited by Laura Heffernan and Jane Malcolm,...
Shane Book: Two Poems from Congotronic

Shane Book: Two Poems from Congotronic

A LABORIOUS WAKEFULNESS OR WAS IT A MOST UNAPOLOGETIC WHISTLING IN THE EAR I lack full, clear proof of his skin a drum. Have I always been under-sided, a quandary’s viscous lowered aura, for example there is the fact I’m inclined to disbelieve the violent vapours of black bile, a stab, a treason mounted. Am I really...
Claudia Rankine: from Citizen

Claudia Rankine: from Citizen

From the cover to the sequencing, from the command of the line to the glide from essay to poem to prose to meditation, Claudia Rankine’s Citizen: An American Lyric is a must read. There’s persona, then there is the poem as both an intellectual scaffold and an actual body. The disorienting inhabiting of another’s body,...
Becca Shaw Glaser: Everyone I Knew Was So Anxious

Becca Shaw Glaser: Everyone I Knew Was So Anxious

EVERYONE I KNEW WAS SO ANXIOUS like like the city had struck a match under their skin. His penis was perfect, its hum under my tongue, the texture slow and moody. My rescue geranium in my adult apartment blooming for the first time, pink sparks into the sky, so extravagant. I can’t get over why...
Aaron Boothby: Container

Aaron Boothby: Container

CONTAINER Talk is a text leaking from my body     Listening I absorb talk leaking from other bodies     Digest some of that     Make some of that part of my body     Most not     Most lost     Talk is a flow Not a flow I fully control     Sometimes very little     Sometimes a torrent of a kind a rush after...
Daniel Zomparelli: In praise of three great first books

Daniel Zomparelli: In praise of three great first books

Misadventures by Nicholas Grider A Strange Object Press Short Fiction Grider writes a book that is about form, about structure just as much as narrative. He takes characters who wouldn’t normally be able to tell a story but makes the narration work. His stories give you just enough clues to let you settle into the...
Jason Guriel: Reviewing A Unicorn

Jason Guriel: Reviewing A Unicorn

REVIEWING A UNICORN for Michael Lista “Reviewing Chinese Democracy [by Guns N’ Roses] is not like reviewing music. It’s more like reviewing a unicorn. Should I primarily be blown away that it exists at all? Am I supposed to compare it to conventional horses?” -Chuck Klosterman The mob that likes to think it likes such things as...
Domenica Martinello: Two Poems

Domenica Martinello: Two Poems

CONTACT ZONES where is this poem going? Toronto what does it teach us? how coincidence reaches into our lives & instructs us  —bpNICHOL, from Continental Trance   1. WHERE ARE ALL THE STRIP CLUBS? The city is full of babyfaced lawyers. Nightly boys working up to chest hair ride the streetcar smooth as rubber. With...
Kate Sterns on Ian McEwan

Kate Sterns on Ian McEwan

The Children Act by Ian McEwan Review by Kate Sterns London. Trinity term one week old. Implacable June weather. This echo of the famous opening to Dickens’ masterpiece, Bleak House serves as the beginning to Ian McEwan’s latest novel, The Children Act. The reference signals, or ought to, that the reader is in for a...
Loie Merritt Now This is Now Happening Now is This Now: An Essay

Loie Merritt Now This is Now Happening Now is This Now: An Essay

Introduction: [Listen] Between the wheels of a subway train and its tracks or off the crags of stones or even the space between your dog’s toes, between a curtain and its stage, or the air vibrating between two bodies, we may hope to find a world apart. Where time envelops space, shadowing it, scrambling it and...
E Martin Nolan on Erina Harris: The Stag Head Spoke

E Martin Nolan on Erina Harris: The Stag Head Spoke

The Stag Head Spoke, Erina Harris. Buckrider Books, 2014 The Stag Head Spoke is a difficult book to grasp – perhaps it is ultimately ungraspable – but even on the first bewildering read, it’s well worth the effort. The visceral power of the words, especially the musical effects, are obvious from the start. The Stag...
Helen Hajnoczky: five poems

Helen Hajnoczky: five poems

Helen Hajnoczky, from Bloom and Martyr   1 If you were mine lash and strawberry. If bound and frail, take charge of me. My caveat, your excavation, tender crumpled my blunder your shoulder my shorn or hollow. If you were mine nectarine and cherish. If you were mine what stings. Tell me brittle, slate and...
Jordan Davis on Ken Babstock

Jordan Davis on Ken Babstock

“The Brave,” a poem in Ken Babstock’s third collection, Airstream Land Yacht, contains a good account of the disdain poets feel for work from outside the tribe: It wasn’t quite right. Lacked focus. Might have tickled the kids, the simple, Or those others on that other coast, but not us. It wasn’t what we liked....
Mary Ruefle: 28 Short Lectures

Mary Ruefle: 28 Short Lectures

Here’s Mary Ruefle reading 28 Short Lectures at the Woodberry Poetry Room. She will be reading at Concordia next September. You’ll have to make do with this until then.

Michael Turner: “Encore”, Encore: Attributions, Adverbs and Attitude from James Purdy’s 1957 Short Story

“Encore”, Encore: Attributions, Adverbs and Attitude from James Purdy’s 1957 Short Story Merta told her brother Spence said, wearily attentive she said her brother said she continued, anxiously stepping in front of him to detain his going Spence said, a kind of cold expressionless tone in his voice she repeated, almost without emotion Spence said...
Dan Chiasson: One Poem

Dan Chiasson: One Poem

Interviewing Janet Malcolm To interview the interviewer, you need a mirror. She’s trading privacy for peekaboo. Janet Malcolm writes the questions that she answers. Her apartment had the air of “New York Writer”: The cat, the glass-top table, a park view; On the far wall, facing us, an ornate mirror. Her cat, and not her...
Diego Báez on Paul Vermeersch

Diego Báez on Paul Vermeersch

Paul Vermeersch, Don’t Let It End Like This Tell Them I Said Something, ECW 2014 Like Y2K survivalists and street corner preachers, Paul Vermeersch seems to insist the apocalypse has been upon us for a while, now. However, unlike frightful doomsdayers, Vermeersch revels in this proclamation and, contrary to popular imagination, does not include cerebrophagic...
Jeramy Dodds: The Poetic Edda

Jeramy Dodds: The Poetic Edda

  Excerpt from Jeramy Dodds’ The Poetic Edda, Coach House 2014, by permission. Jeramy Dodds’s first collection of poems, Crabwise to the Hounds, won the Trillium Book Award for Poetry and was shortlisted for the Griffin Poetry Prize. His poems have won the CBC Literary Prize and the Bronwen Wallace Memorial Award. He holds an...
Jane Malcolm: On Theory, A Sunday

Jane Malcolm: On Theory, A Sunday

Belladonna’s new translation of Theory, A Sunday comes to us just in time to respond to a resurgence of pop feminism—on This is What a Feminist Looks Like t-shirts, at the MTV VMAs, from the mouths of Beyoncé and Lena Dunham, on a “Feminist But Feminine!” sign at the end of a Chanel runway—and to...

Clara Lipfert: On Theory, A Sunday

I think of the ways that I move my body across New York City. I think of the itchiness in my veins that drives me out of the apartment for a walk, amongst light on stone and eyes on me. Find a bench to sit on, read in the sunlight, or watch other bodies move...

ON THE CAREER: Mentoring by Example

On the matter of career — Sina Queyras this post originally appeared on the Poetry Foundation website, March 16, 2010 at 12:15pm Poetry as career is always a contentious subject. My rather lighthearted attempts to open up the discussion this week make it seem as though I have a lighthearted approach, which couldn’t be farther...

ON MENTORSHIP: Natalee Caple

Long Life Mentorship Natalee Caple is the author of seven books of fiction and poetry and a professor of English and Creative Writing at Brock University in St. Catharines. Her latest novel, In Calamity’s Wake, was published by HarperCollins in Canada and Bloomsbury in the US. This article originally appeared in the National Post. Jonathan...
Nicole Brossard: The Frame Work of Desire

Nicole Brossard: The Frame Work of Desire

Motivation Motivation is defined as “the action of (conscious and unconscious) forces that determine behavior.” We ought therefore to ask ourselves what is the source of our motivation, so as to identify the reasons and motives [les motifs et les mobiles] that generate and nourish feminist consciousness, and at the same time to understand how these two factors affect and...

ON MENTORSHIP: John Cage

This comes from derek beaulieu. He notes “i think it’s worth noting that cage didn’t write this piece himself, he adopted it from Sister Corita Kent.”
Kerry-Lee Powell: Four Poems

Kerry-Lee Powell: Four Poems

TO MY CREDITORS A dozen red razors. Eleven peals of manic laughter, ten impending crises. Nine duels at dawn followed by eight candlelight vigils. Seven sighs, six lies, five excellent excuses. Four of my firstborns –three of them bastards– two brinks of despair, one portent of disaster. And O, the moon you asked for.  ...
The Newark Women’s Poetry Club: On Theory, A Sunday

The Newark Women’s Poetry Club: On Theory, A Sunday

For the life of her she can’t imagine how their lives are so different, yet they meet every Sunday in this town called Newark for the poetry club they decided to create. It’s funny how people’s lives have nothing in common, but then you find out you have one thing that ties the two of...
Gail Scott: Feminist at the Carnival

Gail Scott: Feminist at the Carnival

“The verse must be taken to the limit of expressiveness.” (Mayakovsky, How to Make Verses) It is then that the code opens to the rhyming body to formulate, against the present meaning, another meaning, for years to come, impossible. Julia Kristeva [1] Qu’est ce qui est incontournable (unskirtable!) dans le féminisme quand on écrit? What of one’s feminist consciousness...
Christian Bök: from "Colony Collapse Disorder"

Christian Bök: from “Colony Collapse Disorder”

Christian Bök is the author of Crystallography (Coach House Press, 1994), a pataphysical encyclopedia nominated for the Gerald Lampert Memorial Award, and of Eunoia (Coach House Books, 2001), a bestselling work of experimental literature, which has gone on to win the Griffin Prize for Poetic Excellence. Bök has created artificial languages for two television shows:...
Reading: Dies: A Sentence

Reading: Dies: A Sentence

A reading of Vanessa Place’s Dies: A Sentence, certainly one of the great literary events of the past decade.
bp Nichol: balloons and abstract rubes

bp Nichol: balloons and abstract rubes

Happy 70th bp. What an amazing spirit walked among us. Click on link below. Click on images to advance slideshow. Enjoy.
Stephen Collis: Report from the Climate March

Stephen Collis: Report from the Climate March

Poetry and the People’s Climate March: A Brief Report Stephen Collis How do we account for the lived quality of life itself, writ large—the vast web of species that are collectively, relationally, alive at any given moment we care to tune into our planetary presence? How do we think this biospheric being alive, and how...

Ryan Fitzpatrick: Three Poems

I JUST WANT TO ESCAPE When the morning starts with a crisis, I turn to my social network. I’m caught in a series of Kodak moments and it makes me feel so lucky. I tear up when colour swells into my recombinating diary. My lungs hurt during the moment of silence. The odds favour me...
Maureen N. McLane: Two Poems

Maureen N. McLane: Two Poems

WHAT’S THE MATTER Why the low mood, the picking at food? Maybe it’s the weather. Maybe it’s hormones. Explanation’s cheap but sometimes hits the mark. I am the target of mysterious arrows I myself let sling. O that’s your fantasy of omnipotence. You make everything your thing. All day I stayed in bed. It seemed...

Felix Bernstein: Breakfast at Tiffany’s; Dinner at Goldsmith’s

Breakfast at Tiffany’s; Dinner at Goldsmith’s: On Daniel’s Canon and Kenneth’s Memes by Felix Bernstein In his article Cheap Signaling, professor Daniel Tiffany argues that there is something new amongst a freshly grouped constellation of poets. That something new (to be brief: culture jamming) is not far from what I have written about in my...
Rebecca Hazelton: Three Poems

Rebecca Hazelton: Three Poems

COVER Halfway through the mission, the operative called his handler and told her the children in the park he could see from the clerestory were flying kites with tails decorated in ribbon and foil. They are putting a real emphasis on aesthetics, he told her. Some of us are born with priorities, and the rest...
Stevie Howell: Two Poems

Stevie Howell: Two Poems

PIQUE Another committee meeting. Of course no one will shit or get off the pot. 7 scientists, 11 politicians, 3 generals, an anthropologist, and a sculptor. No one knows who invited the last. We’re debating a symbol that ought to last 100,000 years. Or whether a symbol ought not to exist at all. We scarfed...
Paul Vermeersch: Rubble

Paul Vermeersch: Rubble

RUBBLE Paul Vermeersch 2 The shark-face is screaming in the doorway opening its fangs. SCREAMING thathat it cannot die, that it has come back, this time on wings, and will spare no earthly thing. It is moving above me, it is burning my heart out. The ancient owls’ nest must have burned. A red fox...
Kevin Kvas

Kevin Kvas

WAITING FOR LOUIS RIEL DAY   Through the minus-forty Celsius advertisement-silk-screened glass of a vermillion bus station that takes a 20-minute drive by plastic tank on ice through snow to reach: a Shell gas station, McDonald’s, Royal Bank of Canada town triangle. Behind them, a banked-out Target. The only way to compose this scene is...
Chris Macalino

Chris Macalino

I RINK THEREFORE I CARE   Signs of intelligent life / A concrete layer of zero is the lie between to feel Safe and warm for another house of construction. Slipping and sliding, roughly from shop to shack— Because this is called “meandering” a connection! What is the balance on skating without blades?  Valentine: Of...
Michelle Daly

Michelle Daly

BONES   1. they sit at either end of the bed. her breasts spilling out over the top of rumpled bedclothes. stilted small-talk as she examines her hands. she catches his look of disgust quickly masked by indifference. bile rises as she snatches up the sheet. staring at the window he says, “glad you did...
j robert ferguson

j robert ferguson

VIRTUE FAQ   Not everyone loves you. Most social interactions between people fall into one of these categories; Friendly, Romantic, Mean, Funny, or Special. Once you are able to see this harsh and violent world without attachment and anxiety, you will have the opportunity to fine-tune your skills. Become friends with someone, and they may...
Ted Landrum

Ted Landrum

SHORT CUT THROUGH A CITY CEMETERY for Sina Queyras   the world last night is the glow shelter lame he was and is no colder you who know hit upon new i for i have left crap thru free self what judge of death stars then tilt the casket loud your hand did one damn...
Davis Plett

Davis Plett

THE COLD WAR WAS MY PARENTS’ WAR   I am matri-/patri-          liminal, co-conceived by seven generations of mothers and fathers at a time travellers’ orgy in an act of unprecedented incest therefore I am the will and the testament but, please, not the last let the last be my rumoured posterity, grand children gasping...
Kegan McFadden

Kegan McFadden

FOUR POEMS   somewhere between 5 & 25, i began to see umbrellas totally differently   *   so often i wanted to taunt you with my ill- equipped hips   *   the way you    r teeth come       together   *   an ode written to myself — stale beer piss on...
Adam Petrash

Adam Petrash

NORMAN BATES   Pupils.      Shiny and black as crow feathers. Smiles like Tippi Hedren’s gold necklace. Mother.      Punctures her bird calls. The shower curtain pulls.     THE VERTIGO EFFECT 1958   The camera is unfocused.      Unlike James Stewart’s blue eyes through binoculars. The leading female falls to her death twice.      Once as Madeleine. Again...
Aaron Simm

Aaron Simm

MEMORY LANE   You press your body against the railing of the ferry holding a globe, ready to drop it into the inclement waters of Lake Erie hoping that the scoured lifeboat will erode the names of all the countries you have visited and leave you a naked ball with no topography. It hangs for...
Eileen Mary Holowka

Eileen Mary Holowka

HAT TRICK   Instructions: Cut each of these six stanzas out, put them into a hat, and draw them at random, reading aloud as you do. The only part of this poem that you have control over is the phrase “I am,” which you can say once before any of the stanzas. Repeat/ reread to...
Luann Hiebert

Luann Hiebert

MATINS giggle-gurgle bird bath prattle wet sunsongs stir my ruminations this morning glory startles garden bee & boozy flies bizzzz buzzz zzuzzzz neighbour’s weed whacker thwacks her dog barks & trees a squirrel day breaks in diapasons dogged queries & niggling worries skirrrr dashed by today’s antiphon gurgle whirrr green canticles swirl round pine &...
Janis Maudlin

Janis Maudlin

“MALES DO JUST PLAIN STUPID THINGS WHEN THEY ARE BORED SOMETIMES”   f.y.i. existence fucking sucks. your poison? your curves aren’t soft they are adamant like embarrassing drunks you can’t shake sharp or tense i refuse to go dancing alone ever again every night i yell that at myself like to an obstinate shit she wants...
Kristian Enright

Kristian Enright

BEAUTY: A HOW-TO GUIDE ON HOW TO WORK WITH CLICHÉS A butterfly puzzle of sorts mailed to modern artists   Inside: (no explicit instructions, you are an artist—figure it out). Ok, ok, I will provide some direction. Put it together so that it looks beautiful but it cannot fly. It must not, yet. “Yet, it...
Kerry Ryan

Kerry Ryan

CLOSING TIME AT IKEA   We lumbered and dragged, all last January, through chipper rooms, our exhaustion staining crisp white chic. Mecca for preggos, all of us laden, trailing behind bellies punched through parkas, splitting zippers. Babies roiling, elbows, fists, visibly rippling like swallowed panic. A sisterhood that avoided eye contact, so sick of everyone...
Carmelo Militano

Carmelo Militano

MARRIAGE MID-WINTER Snow is like a handwritten note — Jim Johnstone   snow falls like an irrelevant argument backed by a fact called wind impossible to stand on the balcony compare the distant early morning light on the horizon to a purple and red watermark blank paper a version of what is on the ground...
Angeline Schellenberg

Angeline Schellenberg

FUNERAL TAPE   I think about Abe as I prepare for winter He didn’t focus on the other side of us It may be dark but I want to speak of the future What Abe would have wanted God has given I’d like to leave two verses with you He made his own ice rink...
Candice G. Ball

Candice G. Ball

GONE FOR LUNCH   Weight-watchered, diet-centred, I’m zoned-out and fried on ephedrine. I’m exiting the thin cult, firing my personal trainer, throwing out the powders and pills. So long to the suicidal selections—black coffee, cigarettes and size six. Yes, I’m giving up the body-bitching, rediscovering my kitchen, letting my hips grow back. I’m abolishing Hollywood’s...
Adam Kroeker

Adam Kroeker

CATCH AND RELEASE   When they finished putting the water pipeline in, they left the spool behind. It was late summer when I found it in the woods, Kodiak-fat, packed with green acorns that rattled when we woke it from the bush. That summer the rains never left, inch by inch the river rose, until...
Louella Lester

Louella Lester

CLASSICAL CONDITIONING   On his deathbed Pavlov had a student sit beside him to record the circumstances of his dying. This required a lot of patience, similar to pressing buzzers, blowing whistles, collecting dog saliva and recording the results. Or maybe it was the dogs who needed the patience, listening to tuning forks and bells,...
Marika Prokosh

Marika Prokosh

THE HOME FOR WAYWARD SPINSTERS   The Home for Wayward Spinsters has large windows overlooking the street. The spinsters like natural light, and they don’t worry about attackers after the example they made of one in 1987 (his horrified face has been bronzed and mounted on the cellar door). The Home for Wayward Spinsters keeps...
Joshua Whitehead

Joshua Whitehead

REFLECTIONS ON LITTLE [BULLHEAD]   ‘dublin dan’ was a fine, fine man— & i wonder how much he would pay me for a photo of my cock? i found dan’s name in a book titled man— itoba as I saw it from 1869 to date along with a written note & a photo pasted over...
Matthew Legall

Matthew Legall

MOURNING   song bird singed     ROUGH SEXUAL EXPERIENCE!   Says he car gone. Says he used to be one second ago. Can you believe this is an outrage says he can’t go home? What kind of a planet tells him where this is enabled? Where an adult male cannot even explain him winking...
Ariel Gordon

Ariel Gordon

HAIRSHIRT   In mid-winter, the Conservatory is a space whose damp green, whose broken sunlight could be rented by the hour. People enter in parkas, sigh, then impatiently strip off coat, hat, scarf. They bask privately at the base of stunted palms, wipe vapour from the lenses of their glasses, cheeks pink. Avid. And my...
Hannah Green

Hannah Green

IN THE KITCHEN I keep my grocery lists and advice in the same drawer. I was out of sorts looking for keep your chin up in the bakery. Perhaps sourdough? I have a theory that enough yeast will rise me. I bought a cookbook and am learning about moderation. I’d like to spice up my...
Melanie Dennis Unrau

Melanie Dennis Unrau

LIFE HACKS: COURSEWORK   sunflower seeds pistachios a burnt tongue still wags when the work lays flat knit when it doesn’t lift a ten-pound weight one-armed remove slipcovers walk the stairs leave sweat marks tuck pencil in hair CBC two take a break each hour for the news nail polish one toe per page all-nighter...