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Ben Tripp: French

Ben Tripp: French

FRENCH She couldn’t leave the room She wasn’t able to leave the room She used to not be able to leave the room The imperfect is the film “I was swimming.” The composed past is the photograph “I swam.” I don’t know exactly when I’m thinking I know exactly where I’m thinking To prefer the...

Joshua Mehigan: One Poem

Heard at the Men’s Mission How many sons-of-bitches no one loves, with long coats on in June and beards like nests— guys no one touches without latex gloves, squirming with lice, themselves a bunch of pests, their cheeks and noses pocked like grapefruit rind— fellas with permanent shits and yellowish eyes who, if they came...
Emerging Toronto Poets: Stevie & Aisha Want You!

Emerging Toronto Poets: Stevie & Aisha Want You!

Here’s the first of a few LAST CALLS as we head into our final year of publishing. Lemon Hound is open to submissions from Emerging Toronto poets starting today and continuing until August 23, 2014. Co-editors Stevie Howell & Aisha Sasha John are seeking 3-5 pages of previously unpublished poetry by Toronto poets with two books or less, for a folio of new voices....
From Al Purdy's Storm Warning 2

From Al Purdy’s Storm Warning 2

In my reading around Al Purdy of late I came across a copy of Storm Warning 2. I would love to get the poems up too, but I’ll start with this amazing gallery of poets circa 1975.
Short Take on Margaux Williamson

Short Take on Margaux Williamson

I Could See Everything The Paintings of Margaux Williamson, Coach House 2014 What I know about painting has been gleaned from looking at paintings, an art form that by now often feels like knitting. The way that Impressionism was a response to Realism. How does painting respond to the ubiquitous digital image? What I want...
Marianne Ackerman on Donna Tartt: The Goldfinch

Marianne Ackerman on Donna Tartt: The Goldfinch

Twenty pages into The Goldfinch (Little Brown and Company, 2013) I started having chest pains, accompanied by shortness of breath. My wrist tingled. I figured it must be something I ate, or maybe early signs of a heart attack. But the most obvious source of discomfort lay close at hand, no more than twelve, maybe...
Laura Broadbent: Short Film II

Laura Broadbent: Short Film II

SHORT FILM II A woman in her early thirties is shown performing all the rhythmic, banal things any human being does unselfconsciously throughout the day such as brushing teeth, tripping in legs of underwear, peeing, splashing water over face, leaning on the counter while drinking orange juice out of the carton, staring into space combined...

David Antin: A List of the Delusions of the Insane

David Antin A List of the Delusions of the Insane: What They Are Afraid Of The list reproduced here from David Antin’s Code of Flag Behavior (Los Angeles: Black Sparrow, 1969) is an expansion of the catalog originally compiled by Thomas Smith Clouston of “actual examples of delusions of about 100 female melancholic patients” (“and...
Sina Queyras: The M Word

Sina Queyras: The M Word

WHAT WE WON’T TALK ABOUT WHEN WE TALK ABOUT MOTHERING When I first saw a Tweet announcing the impending publication of The M Word I Tweeted in response that if the book makes me laugh more than sigh, I would love it. The Tweet was half provocation, half earnest, but as I waded into the...
Kevin Walter: Five Poems

Kevin Walter: Five Poems

MILF Sonnet 5 Do not infringe upon her hot Joan of Arc fetish, mimetic fisherman—your namesake ghastly on the gentle flagstaff. A shrewd witness testifies against your fidelity, the blenders, libertine mainframes. Weatherman Ted needs his whiskers, after all. Henchmen debase pinwheels, hornets philander the redhead. This ethanol thermostat tells us the math was forewarned....

Antony Di Nardo: If it Weren’t for the Mouth of the St. Lawrence

IF IT WEREN’T FOR THE MOUTH OF THE ST. LAWRENCE I’ve got a message for you, he said, But saying it would take all the time in the world So instead I wrote it on the face of the river, A place Banksy hasn’t yet found. I’ve got a message for you, but it’s deep...
Douglas Kearney: Two Poems

Douglas Kearney: Two Poems

“I HAVE A PENIS! MAMA HAS A PENIS!” a song in me of my daughter’s wayward penis, twin to her brother’s stolid one. gone on its hero’s wanderings, audacious penis! it’s nautical, my daughter’s penis, a craft of sail, propeller, or oar, madcap ship of the frothy bath sea penis! it’s chthonic, my daughter’s penis,...
Heather O'Neill: from The Girl Who Was Saturday Night

Heather O’Neill: from The Girl Who Was Saturday Night

Girls! Girls! Girls! I was heading along Rue Sainte-Catherine to sign up for night school. There was a cat outside a strip joint going in a circle. I guessed it had learned that behaviour from a stripper. I picked it up in my arms. “What’s new, pussycat,” I said. All the buildings on that block...
David Bradford: Riding Bitch

David Bradford: Riding Bitch

RIDING BITCH I must have been 9 or 10, divorce still but a pipe dream, and just barely, then, taller than my mother, and just at 5 feet. I called shotgun, the callow son swinging the Altima door open, only to have him tell me to sit my ass in the back, that the front...
Jen Currin: The Whole Wind

Jen Currin: The Whole Wind

THE WHOLE WIND Someone at a party told me Mercury was in retrograde & then asked how I found my poems. Later he read a list of vulnerabilities & we all held hands. The children always steal spoons & listen to the dogs – I can just barely bandage the past enough for them to...

Josef Kaplan: Two Introductions

INTRODUCING TRISHA LOW I think we can all agree that “emotional poetry” is a disease. Maybe not the poetry. But the incessance of the emotional environment—the appeals to a “felt” response that exists only in its inconceivability, and its consequent legitimacy as a response recognized only insofar as it remains inconceivable—surely this can be described...
Sarah Lang: For Tamara

Sarah Lang: For Tamara

Considering how important generators are, / you’d be surprised at how poorly they’re drawn. / I’m talking magnets and copper wire. Tamara, apparently don’t throw out your textbooks. / I’m running out of advice. / You’re going to be better at this than I. One of the most difficult things to learn is to be...
John Cotter: Comment & Selection of Bill Knott Poems

John Cotter: Comment & Selection of Bill Knott Poems

Bill Knott wrote matchless and indelible poems in a wider variety of styles and modes than most mature poets try on while shopping. Remarkably, though he was loathe to acknowledge it, single voice can be heard ringing through each: righteous and irascible as a prophet, wised-up but awake to new kinds of beauty, adept at...
Anne-Marie Turza: Two Poems

Anne-Marie Turza: Two Poems

DEAR GOD —AND WHEN I SAY GOD, I MEAN THE GOD who made the snail, curled in a perfect house, shitting on its own head; I mean the god of untrue colours, the chartreuse and teal god; I mean god of the conditional tense, in the dark on the sixth day, who said If there...
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...