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Matthew Zapruder: Two Poems

Matthew Zapruder: Two Poems

SUN BEAR yesterday at the Oakland zoo I was walking alone for a moment past the enclosure holding the sun bear also known as beruang madu it looked at me without interest it has powerful jaws and truly loves honey it sleeps in a high hammock its claws look made out of wood and if...
Karen Connelly: The Children

Karen Connelly: The Children

THE CHILDREN I feel them falling out of me, the children, like the passage of stars in the sky, the small fire denied by the fierce rising of the sun, the burning of my own life. They turn their small hands up to me sadly, they don’t know how to cry because they haven’t been...

David McGimpsey: One Poem

I WAS ALWAYS TOLD A POET SHOULD ONLY PUBLISH ONCE A YEAR, ON THE QUEEN’S BIRTHDAY AND ON THE SUBJECT OF THE QUEEN’S BIRTHDAY A government program seeks to leave poems in hospital waiting rooms so patients might read them and begin to understand there are worse things than diabetes. When Seamus Heaney passed away,...

Mary Dalton: Two Poems

APPLIQUÉ First having read the book of myths, they had begun to whisper, as imperceptibly as grief. Hearing the judges’ well-considered sentence, the atom bellies like a cauliflower; call it the refrigerator’s hum at night. On the most beautiful day for air strikes the season is called evening. The buildings are at their stations, untimely....

Brecken Hancock: Four Poems

BRECKEN Booze tides me. tv abides me. My tits slung astride me, I noose quiet to lie with me. My other husband’s a broom.   PROGRESSION BLUNTS EMPATHY Hush now, Mama, don’t say a word. Daughter’s gonna drink until you’re cured.   SYMPTOMS INCLUDE DISINHIBITION In lusting after their son, Sandy remembers her husband, young....

Robin Richardson: A Hedgehog in the Kitchen Keeps the Cockroaches at Bay

A HEDGEHOG IN THE KITCHEN KEEPS THE COCKROACHES AT BAY I love your world, he said, just keep it to yourself — I love your mouth. In a Star Wars themed fever dream I saw him lassoed by a solar flare and held there in a warmth I can’t provide. Blue light clicking upon waking,...
Doretta Lau: Left and Leaving

Doretta Lau: Left and Leaving

In the winter of 1997, world leaders descended upon Vancouver to discuss important matters. Two kids in Victoria battered and drowned a girl they barely knew. The dead girl, Reena Virk, and I were the same age: fourteen. Dozens of women who lived in the Down- town Eastside had disappeared, but few people seemed concerned....
Divya Victor: Color: A Sequence of Unbearable Happenings

Divya Victor: Color: A Sequence of Unbearable Happenings

Color: A Sequence of Unbearable Happenings “The story reveals the meaning of what otherwise would remain an unbearable sequence of sheer happenings” — Hannah Arendt, Men in Dark Times 1 It was a nice try. It was a nice move that made the black move to white. A nice move that turned most things away...

Alessandro Porco: The Minutes XIX

The Minutes: XIX Let’s begin: research indicates it’s never too soon for the “new” boom cuz if you can suck it then you can sell it: zumba house flip villanelle festival sex tape fatback dust jacket glitter cream— virtue requires a certain ease or lease. If you can suck it, yes, then you can endow...

Melanie Siebert: Thereafter

Thereafter Thereafter the northern plains would be cattle country. I had paid off my younger self speaking of the highly contaminated water. The dust was slaloming through the postmodern footnotes. The sandhill cranes etc had refused treatment. A host country manipulated the climate to guarantee good vibes to visiting qualms. Given that the leaked materials...

Sheryda Warrener: We Bought a Little City

We Bought a Little City First, we remove the dreadful yellow awnings from the shop-fronts in the square. Brighten the streetlamps. Play our instruments for the dairy cows crowding the fence. We angle for more daylight, fill out the appropriate paperwork. Get down on hands & knees to clean out the ditches. We eat breaded fish for lunch,...

Claudia Radmore: argle bargle eructation

argle bargle eructation   ribbons of baby stars ….burning their way through ………..natal shells ……pinpoints of red …..on the outside ………….of a round greenish nebula ………….in a cavity carved ……….from galactic dustclouds …………infant stellar ancestrals wind ……….through a maze ….of dark clouds ……infrared images ………record their progress astral ultrasounds          forecast dates...

Alice Burdick: Terms and Conditions

TERMS AND CONDITIONS Remember your terms. They are final. It’s good to have a hook or teeth to hold onto the ideas. Reel em back with that kite movement, brain floating on its column. Spine shake, snake bones through the day. I will hold the endless count of rooms in the real estate of desire....
Eric Schmaltz on John Riddell: The Selected Fiction of John Riddell

Eric Schmaltz on John Riddell: The Selected Fiction of John Riddell

Writing Surfaces: The Selected Fiction of John Riddell (Wilfred Laurier UP, 2013) is an overdue and timely re-introduction of one of Canada’s most radical, enigmatic media experimenters and fictioneers. Riddell’s concretistic, playful, unreadable, procedural, and non-representational works are numerous and have been too often overlooked. Beginning his career in the early 1960s, his work appeared in...
Bukem Reitmayer on Vivek Shraya: God Loves Hair

Bukem Reitmayer on Vivek Shraya: God Loves Hair

They say Your skin is blue because You are infinite like the sky and the ocean of milk You rest on. I wish my skin was blue. So begins the piece entitled “Dear Vishnu” in Vivek Shraya’s playful and intimate collection of prose poem-like stories, God Loves Hair (Arsenal Pulp Press, 2014). Among brief flashes...
Michael Casteels: Two Poems and One Frog-Pond Sudoku

Michael Casteels: Two Poems and One Frog-Pond Sudoku

SONNET The irises arrive, serene and swallowing the orchard, the sultan seated beneath harvest. Pupils dilate and ripen in this hinterland, this salubrious work-in-progress. A pheasant integrates from treetop to treetop; the curtains part and there she is, oh trembling heart, oh hyperventilation! If I were a horse I’d equilibrate, if a rhinoceros, I’d radiate...
Jaime Forsythe: Two Poems

Jaime Forsythe: Two Poems

INSTRUCTIONS FOR HEAVY WEATHER after a collaboration with Alice Burdick You egg cup, you balloon animal, shatter and burst, dilute without fuss. Two celestial bodies nod hello while a bucket of paint overflows in the rain. Beach your testimony for a tried-and-true myth. Fiddlehead your hair for the ceremony? Not enough. In the wet glow,...
Su Croll: Get it on. Bang a gong

Su Croll: Get it on. Bang a gong

Mira: ……..She didn’t know why but, out of the blue, Mira thought of Taylor. She remembered how he’d scared her. Her drinking had started to scare her too. She’d wake up and forget where she’d been or what she’d been up to, though maybe that was kind of the point in those long years after...
Eric Schmaltz on Stephen Collis: The Red Album

Eric Schmaltz on Stephen Collis: The Red Album

Let’s pretend: you review me, I review you. We read each other’s poems (barely) and whisper sweet nothings, banal praise. We attend ‘events’ to ‘see’ others and ‘be seen.’ This is all the theatre of criticism. Who did you pretend to be today? What writer did you pretend to read? What was your pretend honest...
George Murray: Three Poems

George Murray: Three Poems

PROPER PUNCTUATION Forecasts are for chumps, he told her, tapping the paper. Write that down in your notebook there. All angle and spangle, the weather punks its tattooed forehead into your face. A Scottish Kiss. This is what it means to be raw. No manufactured amp feedback or rusty strings or rebel lowercase. Now is...
Jason Freure: Two Short Takes on Eckerlin & Laporte

Jason Freure: Two Short Takes on Eckerlin & Laporte

In Jesse Eckerlin’s We Are Not the Bereaved (Frog Hollow Press, 2012), the land is a board game with no one left around who knows how to play it, except for the backwater hicks and storied eccentrics who cling like moss from another century to modern PEI. Eckerlin imagines the countryside as a space of...
QVC 1

QVC 1

Earlier this winter I invited several authors to contribute to the folio that follows, titled QVC. Participants were asked to write ~150 words about something they’d recently bought, bought into, invested themselves in, or otherwise consumed, a brief and thoughtful look into their relationship to an item or subject they wish to discuss. QVC, as...
Jessica Langston on Joseph Boyden: The Orenda

Jessica Langston on Joseph Boyden: The Orenda

Joseph Boyden’s newest novel The Orenda (Penguin, 2013) was published to what seemed universal acclaim. Kamal Al-Soylaylee writing in Quill & Quire’s October issue described it as a “magnificent literary beast”; The Globe and Mail’s Charles Foran called it “a great, heartbreaking novel, full of fierce action and superb characters and an unblinking humanity”; even the...
Prathna Lor on Ron Silliman: Revelator

Prathna Lor on Ron Silliman: Revelator

Opening with “Words torn, unseen, unseemly, scene,” one is immediately told how to read, what to do with Ron Silliman’s Revelator (BookThug, 2013).[1] Comprehension is not mandatory; cohesion is still abundant. Indeed, reading as a chaotic line of thought that shutters out, dissipates into harmonious cacophonies of scenes, sounds, voices, and visions, each line of...
Justin Herrmann: The Brothel War

Justin Herrmann: The Brothel War

I was taken to a brothel a few times when I was thirteen and lived in a small town in Texas near the Mexican border. I had a friend, Bill Howard, whose dad was somehow or another involved in the Mexican radio industry and would meet business associates across the border at a place called...
David O'Meara: Vicious

David O’Meara: Vicious

VICIOUS (or, On Dissent) CHARACTERS Socrates Sid Vicious SOC. Wait, stranger! Why the rush? This place just turns upon itself, so to leave is only a step to hurrying back. What’s the difference if you pause and talk? Those scars across your chest and face: did you once march with spear and shield? I fought...

Chris Gilmore on Alice Munro’s Prue

“Prue.” The Moons of Jupiter,  Alice Munro. Penguin, 2006. Essay By Chris Gilmore Prue: “Somebody Who Doesn’t Take Herself Too Seriously”  In “Prue,” the title character is described as “somebody who doesn’t take herself too seriously” (Munro 130). In moderation, humility is an admirable trait; however, Prue’s humility is so pervasive that it becomes a generalized sense of...
Toby Altman: Paragraphs on Lyric Poetry

Toby Altman: Paragraphs on Lyric Poetry

I will refer to the kind of writing in which I am involved as lyric poetry. In lyric poetry the idea or concept is the most important aspect of the work. When an author uses a lyric form of writing, it means that all of the planning and decisions are made beforehand and the execution...

Stephen Collis: Towards a Dialectical Poetry

Towards a Dialectical Poetry[1] 1. The Problem of Names In trying to make some distinctions within radical poetries, I want to begin with the problem of names—what we mean when we call poetry “innovative,” “avant-garde,” or “experimental.” INNOVATIVE. Perhaps currently the most common word to designate the poetry lying outside the supposed “mainstream,” “innovative” as...
Misreadings: Jonathan Ball on Yann Martel

Misreadings: Jonathan Ball on Yann Martel

Life of Pi, Yann Martel. Vintage Canada, 2002.  by Jonathan Ball Misreadings imagines alternative (or détourned) versions of literary and film works, and subjects these nonexistent imaginings to analysis. Let’s imagine that Yann Martel’s much-admired and much-maligned novel Life of Pi is, in secret fact, a horror novel. The most obvious horror-story aspect of Martel’s novel...
In Conversation: Leesa Dean & Catherine Bush

In Conversation: Leesa Dean & Catherine Bush

Accusation, Catherine Bush. Goose Lane, 2013. The first time I heard Catherine Bush read from her forthcoming novel, Accusation, was three years ago. We were staying at a monastery near Lumsden, SK, as part of the Sage Hill Writing Experience. At night, the writers and workshop participants took turns reading on a makeshift stage in a space that...
Robin Richardson: Two Poems

Robin Richardson: Two Poems

USING LINE TO MEASURE WEIRDNESS   A whore’s account of ivory The 1800s Stampede bleeding through the gullet when he sneezes Tusks that lean like dancer’s feet towards the carving knife The sculptor is a narcoleptic Dreams of peeling back his hands Sees fingers as piano keys Femur whittled to a soap dish, vine and...

Donald Anderson: Should You Experience an Erection Lasting More than Four Hours . . . and Further Guidance

Should You Experience an Erection Lasting More than Four Hours . . . and Further Guidance by Donald Anderson HERE’S WHAT YOU’VE HEARD: Don’t eat at a place called “Mom’s,” don’t play cards with a man named “Slim,” and don’t go to bed with a person who has more problems than you do. Don’t stick your...
Jane Silcott: Methuselah

Jane Silcott: Methuselah

Methuselah  I have already lost touch with a couple of people I used to be. —Joan Didion   “Of course I’m going to climb it,” the woman said, looking at me with that “why state the obvious?” question on her face. “I’m here. I have to do it.” We were in the cooking shelter at...
Mat Laporte: Three Poems

Mat Laporte: Three Poems

NECK SPASMS All my poems come shaped as birds after they died. My friends, the heavy soft bargains, yes you can. The confabulists, identical with capital. Soupy neckties in the noon-day punt. Hairy magnate, I usually start vomit-dropping. Funhouse corporate tank. From the ravages of steam-punk history, and its beloved abundant promise. Structurally a jerk....
Michael Redhill on W.S. Merwin

Michael Redhill on W.S. Merwin

GATE BY W.S. MERWIN Once I came back to the leaves just as they were falling into the rattling of magpies and the waving flights through treetops beyond the long field tawny with stubble a scatter of sheep wandered there circling slowly as a galaxy ferrying the grey lights that were theirs wading into their...

Books Received

May-June 2013 Vsevolod Nekrasov, I Live I See, 2013, Ugly Duckling Presse Cecilia Vicuna, Spit Temple, edited by Rosa Alcala, 2012, Ugly Duckling Presse John Reibetanz, Afloat, 2013, Library ad Archives Canada Catalouing Publication jay Ruzesky, In Antarctica : An Amundsen pilgrimage, 2013, Nightwood Editions Mark Callanan/James Langer, The Breakwater Book of Contemporary Newfoundland Poetry, 2013, Breakwater Books Jowita Bydlowska, Drunk Mom a Memoir, 2013, Doubleday  Canada Bill Bissett, Hungree...
Klipschutz: THIS DRAWN & QUARTERED MOON

Klipschutz: THIS DRAWN & QUARTERED MOON

Renovate me like one of your Victorians, San Francisco. So begins THIS DRAWN & QUARTERED MOON, which finds humor in romance, romance in humor. San Francisco quickens its lyric pulse. As the scope expands, characters emerge. You will meet a prefame Courtney Love, Lincoln through Whitman’s eyes, a drunken plagiarist, a dysfunctional Mafioso, recent U.S. presidents...
David Huebert: Three Short Takes, The Virtues of Poetry, Super Sad True Love Story and Under the Keel

David Huebert: Three Short Takes, The Virtues of Poetry, Super Sad True Love Story and Under the Keel

The Virtues of Poetry. Can an academic monograph make you tremble and shudder, sweat and cackle, tingle and swell? Can it move you more than any piece of fiction or poetry you’ve encountered in the past year? Before I read The Virtues of Poetry, I didn’t think so. This is not, however, a typical academic...

Tiana Reid: Two Short Takes, Caribana: African Roots and Continuities and Omeros

Caribana: African Roots and Continuities – Race, Space and the Poetics of Moving, M. NourbeSe Philip. Poui Publications, 1996. Toronto’s summers, its orderly heat, are peppered with the near-weekly festival, not quite a coming-together for the city’s inhabitants, but perhaps a call to revel in the “what-once-was” of a less tourist-centered cultural agenda. Writing in...
Alex Porco talks to Alice Burdick

Alex Porco talks to Alice Burdick

“I’ll give it a go”: An Interview with Alice Burdick (Pt. 2) May – June 2013 In early 2012, I conducted an interview for Open Book Toronto with poet Alice Burdick about Holler (Mansfield Press), her third full-length book of poetry. Since then, I have continued to study Burdick’s poetry, focusing on her micro-press publications...
Alex Porco on Victor Coleman’s ivH: An Alphamath Serial

Alex Porco on Victor Coleman’s ivH: An Alphamath Serial

Victor Coleman, ivH: An Alphamath Serial, BookThug 2012 I can explain my meaning best by mathematics.– Ezra Pound Since the late 1960s, Victor Coleman has been committed to innovative poetic practices—from the serial poem to performance poetry (e.g., in 1978, under the name Vic d’Or, he released the album 33/3); from projective verse to acrostics...
Misreadings: Jonathan Ball on Shirley Jackson

Misreadings: Jonathan Ball on Shirley Jackson

Misreadings: Shirley Jackson’s The Haunting of Hill House by Jonathan Ball Misreadings imagines alternative (or détourned) versions of literary and film works, and subjects these nonexistent imaginings to analysis. Let’s imagine that Shirley Jackson’s horror classic The Haunting of Hill House is a metafiction, that it tips its hand in its first paragraph, and that...
Jacqueline Valencia: Two Short Takes, Upstream Color and Sound Of My Voice

Jacqueline Valencia: Two Short Takes, Upstream Color and Sound Of My Voice

Film: Upstream Color Director: Shane Carruth Writer: Shane Carruth Cast: Amy Seimetz, Shane Carruth, Andrew Sensenig, Country: USA Year: 2013 Upstream Color is the latest sci-fi offering by Primer director Shane Carruth. After Kris (played seamlessly by Amy Semeteiz) endures an abuse, she must learn how to rebuild her life and ultimately her identity. She...

Ken Babstock on John Degen

HOW POEMS WORK KEN BABSTOCK Reluctance BY JOHN DEGEN from the air, the city cloaks itself in nature, patchy, black-green forests and empty roads beyond the runway fence, the blood-brown metal capsules of abandoned turbo-props; curious long-limbed dogs watch us from a fuselage, bowing noses to their feet, eyes shifting to each other and back...
Alex Porco talks to Laura Jaramillo

Alex Porco talks to Laura Jaramillo

“Matter in the Symbolic Universe”:  An Interview with Laura Jaramillo AP: Before we delve proper into your wonderful debut collection of poetry, Material Girl (Subpress 2012), could you perhaps introduce your ‘material’ and ‘immaterial’ self to readers? (New York City and, more specifically, Queens— where I believe you spent your formative years— are embedded in the...
Nicholas Papaxanthos on Dean Young

Nicholas Papaxanthos on Dean Young

Dean Young’s Word Triplets We could say that there is a narrative to these three words: brick, blood-drop, red feather, which entails the passage from inert material to mortal flesh to a sort of avian/angelic possibility, or we could say that what holds those things together is their redness. I try to be alert to...
Jake Kennedy: Notes to Myself

Jake Kennedy: Notes to Myself

NOTES TO MYSELF (15 Briefs) “You’re an asshole” —Henry James 1. You talk on the phone while driving. I think you are just a fucking asshole. 2. So you two are finding it hard to balance full-time jobs with the demands of raising two kids? You guys are fucking assholes. You are both just fucking...
Jean Donnelly: The Soul Heals

Jean Donnelly: The Soul Heals

the soul heals to saturate literature   the first falsehood of literature is that our species with names incorporates chance as the first line of fact the soul likewise only glances the justification for parables bitter though it may appear a stance & a gauge of language           don’t the fates...
Damian Rogers: Three Poems

Damian Rogers: Three Poems

LIVES OF THE POETS Found delirious on the streets of Baltimore. Died days later. Died in shipwreck at the age of 40. Typhoid fever. 44. Orphaned at 14, dead from tuberculosis at 25. Died at the age of 27 on a French hospital ship anchored in Aegean Sea. Sister stabbed mother to death in a...

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