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Mary Ruefle: Trances of the Blast

Mary Ruefle: Trances of the Blast

Various. Precise. Small openings. A journey from one side of the hour to the other. This is not a review. This is also a movement. Like walking into spring while carrying two small dogs under arm and balancing ice cream cones. I thought, this is a cool noise, like ice cracking under the sand. Or...

Rebecca Olander: Return to Great Meadows: Tracking the Living and the Dead

RETURN TO GREAT MEADOWS: TRACKING THE LIVING AND THE DEAD   One goldfinch feather, veined               color of cosmos, coreopsis, primary shade, the definition of yellow.         Taken as a sign it comes along for the walk around the marsh, the mucky edges,           fallen trees downed for want of firm earth.   At the gaping center,...

Rob Fitterman: No, Wait. Yep. Definitely Still Hate Myself

Not to be found on any Griffin Prize shortlists any time soon, and yet I would argue that so far this is the book of the season. An uncomfortable bulls-eye and an instant conceptual writing classic. Sort of like sticking a taco up my nose while attempting to swim in a puddle.

Geoffrey Morrison: Lungfish

LUNGFISH I broke a roller-skate in the shade behind the cemetery: Gargoyle-grotto of a garbage can, a basketball court, The wool-grey metal backboards streaked with rust. Drifting across the three-point line, last year’s leaves. “Friends, this place bears the curse of Saturn.” And in the tobaccospit ditch, the flicker of a salamander Autumn came, and...

Trish Salah: Eulalia for Mother Night

EULALIA FOR MOTHER NIGHT Saint Able bombs to be a Barcelona called Chloe Saint Sometimes Soon to be Chloe accepted. An actor decides if detours, what’s arrived Are art is lunges male managed mind Student soma asks attitude of spirit birds Susana begs becoming clothes consolidated On experience from a far farm Pretoria painted Older...

Matthew Tierney: Radio Call-In No-Show

RADIO CALL-IN NO-SHOW Our Lady of Perpetual Help has new signage that peddles prayer requests ‘by appointment only.’ Only an atheist would bring up the choice of font. The point at which a passing car’s hubcaps seem to stall, then wheel backwards— that’s when you fall half in love. The tunnel light a stainless steel,...
Winner of Lemon Hound's First Poetry Prize

Winner of Lemon Hound’s First Poetry Prize

THEREAFTER by Melanie Siebert 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...
Lemon Hound Poetry Prize Shortlisted Poems

Lemon Hound Poetry Prize Shortlisted Poems

Our fabulous judge, Rae Armantrout, has selected the five finalists for our first poetry prize. The winner will receive $750. We’ll announce that winner Monday, April 7th. But, before then we will post all five finalists, one a day, because we think each of the finalists deserves to be read. So, let us entertain you....
Longlist for Lemon Hound's first Poetry Prize

Longlist for Lemon Hound’s first Poetry Prize

After more deliberation than we thought humanly possible we have a long list and will shortly announce the short list for the first Lemon Hound Prize for Poetry judged by the amazing Rae Armantrout. I am publishing this list with a good deal of excitement at the range and general fantasticness of the poems and...
Peter Gizzi: In Defense of Nothing: Selected Poems, 1987–2011

Peter Gizzi: In Defense of Nothing: Selected Poems, 1987–2011

– from the book: So the bird’s in the hand and now what? The penny shiny in the dark belly of mr. piggy. The day dawns and dawns and may be in trouble of actually going anywhere. Trees migrate secretly up- ward. They might be saying all we need to be here if we would...
Emily Dickinson & Jen Bervin: Gorgeous Somethings

Emily Dickinson & Jen Bervin: Gorgeous Somethings

Far, far outside of MFA circles there is a poet whose poetic practice has breached the confines of the blank page to be etched on every available surface. The Far Outside poet famously left her poems–largely unread by hungry eyes of the 19th Century, other than a lucky editor of a literary magazine–tied in little...
David Buuck & Juliana Spahr: The Side Effect

David Buuck & Juliana Spahr: The Side Effect

She had done what she usually did. Upon arrival at her office, she turned on all her machines, the lights and the computer and the recording devices and the printer, and then proceeded to go through the new stack of forms, along with the student papers, the administrative emails, the healthcare forms, the websites, blogs,...
Books of the year: A few of my favorite things

Books of the year: A few of my favorite things

Here are a few of my favorite things from the past year. The list doesn’t represent the best books–it can’t–I haven’t read all the books! It represents books that stuck with me. That I would buy and give and happily have on my shelves. I’m adding a note about gift appeal at the end of...
Emily Keeler: Anne Carson at IFOA

Emily Keeler: Anne Carson at IFOA

Anne Carson Wednesday, October 30, 2013 The line is so long and the lobby is so small and we’re all here to see a poet who is improbably famous but very deservedly beloved. As soon as I take my seat in the dark theatre, I notice a who’s who trickling in, authors and publishers and...
Poetry Contest: Rae Armantrout, Judge

Poetry Contest: Rae Armantrout, Judge

Gary Barwin: The Hand

Gary Barwin: The Hand

Krystal Languell: Five Poems

Sense   The plots are: loss, gain, or new friend. All man vs. himself. I am in search of who will watch me do my tricks. What do you do when you’re not getting stressed out. Tell me to let the knife do the work. Begin an idea. So punk I can’t spell descendants right...
In Conversation: Meredith Evans & Danielle Bobker

In Conversation: Meredith Evans & Danielle Bobker

Why we love Paolo Sorrentino’s This Must Be the Place M. “Why we love This Must Be the Place” is a pretty good title for our discussion of Paolo Sorrentino’s 2011 film. I’m glad you floated it. Trying to articulate why we love a particular book or poem or movie is often what we, as...
In Conversation: Buckley, Kerouac, Yablonsky & Sanders

In Conversation: Buckley, Kerouac, Yablonsky & Sanders

Firing Line with William F. Buckley, 1968 Guests: Jack Kerouac, Lewis Yablonsky, and Ed Sanders transcribed by Jason Grimmer A 1968 episode of William F. Buckley’s Firing Line, featuring a drunken Jack Kerouac, the Fug’s Ed Sanders and a clueless academic, Lewis Yablonsky, discussing the “Hippie” movement. BUCKLEY: The topic tonight is the hippies. An...

Julie McIsaac: After Basho

THE OLD PUNK Out my window, honking horns stab at the drifting smoke from a thousand since-butted-out cigarettes. By my gate, dogs wait to walk, leashed or unleashed. I can make out the poem but can’t enter into the feelings. The old punk walks by my window again. I recognize the counter-culture ethos but can’t...
Patricia Lockwood: Search “Lizard Vagina” and You Shall Find

Patricia Lockwood: Search “Lizard Vagina” and You Shall Find

SEARCH “LIZARD VAGINA” AND YOU SHALL FIND   A higher country had a question, a higher country searched and found me, and the name country of the country was north of me, Canada. When I think of you I think up there just as I country think when I think of my brain, my brain...
Ken Babstock: Perfect Blue

Ken Babstock: Perfect Blue

Ken Babstock’s four collections include Mean, Days into Flatspin, and Airstream Land Yacht, finalist for The Governor General’s Award, The Griffin Prize, The Winterset Prize and winner of the Trillium Book Award for Poetry. Most recently, Methodist Hatchet (Anansi)won the Griffin Prize for Excellence in Poetry and was finalist for the Trillium Book Award. His poems have been anthologized in Canada, The...

Dani Couture: Two Poems

RED CROWN * How a Toronto pigeon sold for five thousand dollars, is delicately inserted into a tube, sleeps, and wakes in new hands in Dubai. * How the butcher bird skewers its prey, impales it on thorn or spike for later. * How coyotes have erased rabbits and gophers from their holes, but not...
Sue Sinclair: Orpheus Meets Eurydice In the Underworld

Sue Sinclair: Orpheus Meets Eurydice In the Underworld

ORPHEUS MEETS EURYDICE IN THE UNDERWORLD   Still limping, she has come. She waits at the foot of the hill, doesn’t dare go further, remembers how it once vanished under her feet.   She has spent the time thinking about her wedding day, tracing the mark on her ankle where the serpent bit. It hasn’t...
Jon Paul Fiorentino: Two Poems

Jon Paul Fiorentino: Two Poems

IN PERFECT WINNIPEG   In ill Nauset I messaged you in old Montreal I invoked you in dead Winnipeg I owned you I am wrong again   You should heed the words of your last, last manager (whatever those were)   In dreary Vancouver I exorcised you in ruddy Brooklyn I remade you in perfect...
In Conversation: Sina Queyras & Adam Dickinson

In Conversation: Sina Queyras & Adam Dickinson

LH: I can’t think of a more extreme follow up to Kingdom, Phylum, but looking at Kingdom, Phylum again I thought, well, actually this kind of makes sense. Particularly given the work you did on the Regreen anthology in the interim. Can you tell me why polymers? AD: The relationship between poetry and science has...
Margaret Christakos: Two Poems

Margaret Christakos: Two Poems

 VISA   To detail multitudes we the distance between brow and lip To detail multitudes we zoom To detail multitudes you count arrange by height I weigh To detail multitudes we think in colour shade pallor age To detail multitudes I squint I size up You recall who was standing where and in what footwear...
Matthew Fee: Two Poems

Matthew Fee: Two Poems

A THEORY OF STATIC   The world is everything that is the case. A case is a situation that requires investigation, especially by a formal or official body. A body is the physical structure of a person or animal, including the bones, flesh, and organs. An organ is a large musical instrument having rows of...
Elizabeth Robinson: The Soul

Elizabeth Robinson: The Soul

THE SOUL   The soul in its doorway and then the doorway dies. This is misbehavior. Each soul is a kind of manna on itself. A doorway that recedes in size until perspective tells kind falsehoods: that the doorway is fitted to the soul. Slick manna of meaning is soul’s parasitical soul. This is not...
Drew Gardner: Pop Rocks

Drew Gardner: Pop Rocks

POP ROCKS   Things I’d like to do: Go to Arizona to visit Jessica Make a new friend Get a job Help with invisible exploding children Have an Alzheimer’s summer   The same way a compact disc isn’t a reporter for Fox News a filter to create other types of pet noise signals you want...

Vsevolod Nekrasov: Two Poems

A POEM ABOUT CAUSES AND CONSEQUENCES For Alik Ginzburg     Had it up to here: Chatted up to here.   Chatted up to here: Had it up to here.     Chatted, Had it,   Had it, Chatted!           VERSES ON ANY WATER   Water Water water water Water water...

Lauren Russell: Hunt for the Unicorn

Lauren Russell is the author of the chapbooks Dream-Clung, Gone (Brooklyn Arts Press, 2012) and The Empty-Handed Messenger (Goodbye Better, 2009). She is an M.F.A. student at the University of Pittsburgh, where she also teaches writing and serves as a poetry editor of Hot Metal Bridge. This poem was originally published as the short-run, physical pamphlet...
Lydia Davis: Willem Maris, A Story

Lydia Davis: Willem Maris, A Story

WILLEM MARIS   Willem Maris, the 19th-century Dutch painter whose two brothers were also painters, spent his whole life painting cows and calves–in meadow settings, with ditches and willows, sometimes in ponds. He spent the first third of his career, it was said, learning to depict cows and calves in an anatomically correct manner.  In...
A.L. Snijders: Container

A.L. Snijders: Container

CONTAINER translated by Lydia Davis On the highway from Rotterdam to Vladivostok, on the train through the Betuwe, on the ships on the Twentekanaal, everywhere, I see the containers that hold our earthly possessions. Last week, I sat in that sort of locked container for eight hours. Not alone, I was in the company of...
Alex Leslie: Stories Like Birds

Alex Leslie: Stories Like Birds

She is told to never go into the ocean alone. Of course, she goes into the ocean alone. Remote: they drove hours past a post office and then a tree covered in bras, nailed into the bark by loggers. Laura watched the D cups, stained by rain and the orange inner bark, flock past the...
Adania Shibli: Butterflies and Helicopters

Adania Shibli: Butterflies and Helicopters

08.02.2000 Exactly at the foot of the wall, where empty beer bottles had been thrown, some blades of grass sprouted. On top of the wall we stood looking at the sea. And over the sea, along with our looks, a harsh wind was passing. The wind was just pinching its surface, not bothering to wave...
Patrick Warner: The Therapist

Patrick Warner: The Therapist

THE THERAPIST In just five minutes she gave us our narratives: you were the smoother-over, the peacemaker, while I was the perfectionist, and together we had passed these traits to our daughter, given her food for her eating disorder. “Do you want to be right or be happy?” she asked. “That’s too simple,” I said,...
Two poems: Charmaine Cadeau

Two poems: Charmaine Cadeau

THROWAWAYS   A girl washed up, the body of a girl, and we set sail until oily in the sun, salt-whipped hair heavy as ropes.   Dropping anchor, we dove into the sea. Flecks suspended beneath the surface of an old mirror. Satellites drifting.   At the heart of that familiar dream your claw-first body...
Jennifer L. Knox: 3 poems

Jennifer L. Knox: 3 poems

POETRY READING: FRIED CHICKEN AND WAFFLES The writers get zipped to the gigs on golf carts like white blood cells to a wound. But who among us asks the hairlipped immigrant slopping up spilt beer with a unwringable ragmop, “Where does it hurt—you, of no nametag?” Plastic butter packets and syrup over- flow their waffle...

New Lyric Manifestos

We’ve heard that call for the death of manifestos. The death of poetry. The death of lyric. The death of conceptualism. We’ve had calls for the death of flarf. For an end to sincerity. For a return to sincerity. For an end to original content. For a return to original content. We’ve heard a call...
Sina Queyras: Short Take on I Don't Feel So Good

Sina Queyras: Short Take on I Don’t Feel So Good

And also of the energy between paragraphs. The energy of white space. Here is Liz Bachinsky quoting Richard Ford on the torque that happens in a story when the author finds a way to make the implausible, plausible. I have been wondering about this torque. What makes a poem inhabitable? What makes the space plausible?...
Memoirs & How We Review Women's Books

Memoirs & How We Review Women’s Books

Every Thing Rustles, Jane Silcott. Anvil, 2013. Drunk Mom, Jowita Bydlowska. Doubleday Canada, 2013. by Sina Queyras “But that Montreal scene, I say, cringing.” –Sarah Hampson I had always planned to read Drunk Mom, the memoir by Jowita Bydlowska. As a writer and a relatively new mother, it intrigued. Still, I wasn’t planning on reading it so soon–or so fast–like I...
VOLUME 5 IS LIVE

VOLUME 5 IS LIVE

Lemon Hound is going for Best in Show with the Volume 5. We are introducing a slate of new voices that have our tails pointing. We heard the readers, in our first two polls you asked for more of everything, rather than simply more reviews, or more poetry, and you asked for it more often....
The Line Has Shattered: Vancouver, 1963

The Line Has Shattered: Vancouver, 1963

It was open…everything, all of a sudden, was open… This looks fabulous. Absolutely fabulous. Must have.
Adam Sol: Short Take on Lists

Adam Sol: Short Take on Lists

Short Take on Lists,  Adam Sol Nicholas Papaxanthos’ short piece on Dean Young made me think of another user of lists, Don McKay.  Young and McKay are very different poets, but they both have a tendency to “pile on.”  As Papaxanthos observes, Young’s triplets are “purposely leaving something out,” to force us to make connections...

On Reviewing: Zoe Whittall

LH: What do you think the purpose of a review is? If you also write about books on a blog (as opposed to an official publication), why? What does blogging let you do differently? ZW: To start a conversation about a new book that a) lets readers know it exists b) talks about how it...
Colin Fulton: Empty & Hungry

Colin Fulton: Empty & Hungry

Twin Conscience On June 11, 1981, Issei Sagawa, a 32-year-old student studying Comparative Literature at the Sorbonne Academy in Paris, invited a fellow student, Renée Hartevelt, over to dinner at his apartment under the pretense of translating some German Romantic poetry for a class they were taking. Upon her arrival, after convincing her to begin...

Synapse: Guillaume Morrissette

the last time I saw you I was so angry at the most unnegotiable parts of yourself that I thought “black hole lobbed around twice‟. my thoughts were distorted, this is how angry I was. it felt like I meant the anger and was afraid to lose the anger. now I miss the anger. my...
How to Suppress Women's Writing: Joanna Russ

How to Suppress Women’s Writing: Joanna Russ

Bad Faith Denial of Agency Pollution of Agency The Double Standard of Content False Categorizing Isolation Anomalousness Lack of Models Response Aesthetics   I have been gathering found poems such as the one above for several years now. They are, in a sense, too easy and I’m wary of actually doing anything with them, but...
David Seymour: With Love, Jan

David Seymour: With Love, Jan

With Love, Jan but to go there the mind endlessly is singing – Sappho The poems we haven’t read must be her fiercest: imperfect, extreme. – Jane Hirschfield [These are not propositions, but several halves of several potential metaphors.] Like wind turns a strand of exhaled smoke in a helical twist like a skipping rope,...

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