LEMON HOUND

More Bite Than Bark Since 2005
Poetry & Poetics
Bruce Whiteman: from Tablature

Bruce Whiteman: from Tablature

LUTE MUSIC Yeats said music makes us crazy. At its behest, lazy distracted men and women fall into swamps or drown embracing the moon. Oh but that was booze, the test that Li Po failed, flailing visibly in silence, out of air and out of time. No grace there but in the poetry, the story...
Sarah Tolmie: from Trio

Sarah Tolmie: from Trio

66 Have you ever seen a grafted tree? They’re rare. I once saw one that bore apples and pears. It was truly weird and strangely beautiful, Twice-fruited. Copious, plentiful, Glorious. Could that be us? Is this The image I should use? Not ancient Vice, unnatural growth, nature underneath The yoke, but free to flower twice,...
An Introduction: Barbara Mor

An Introduction: Barbara Mor

At Yale recently, I gave a reading accompanied by two graduate students. One of them, Edgar Garcia, started his reading by introducing a poet he said that he had discovered in submissions and had since found, met, interviewed and published. Her name was Barbara Mor. She passed away this year, but not before she found...
Bhanu Kapil: from Ban En Banlieue

Bhanu Kapil: from Ban En Banlieue

Where is the body in the poem? This is a question I have been asking a lot lately, and will continue to ask as I embark on a collection of essays about poetry. This is not a question the reader will have to ask of Bhanu Kapil‘s work though. The body is right there, in...
In Conversation: Shane Book

In Conversation: Shane Book

SQ: You’ve been writing poetry for many years–I first heard about you in glowing terms back in 1999 or so–and yet you’ve just published your second book. Is there a reticence about poetry and poetics, a rigorous poetic practice, a diverse writing life or a combination? Or something else? SB: I took a long time...

Meg Johnson: Five Poems

UNSWERVING I see a wire under my skin. From the top of my underwear inching up my center, a painless stem. I worry I am not real. I worry the wire should be tucked inside, not forcing its way out. I tell myself whether I am human or machine is no one’s business.   YOUR...
George Murray: Three Poems from Diversion

George Murray: Three Poems from Diversion

#ClockworkOrRage Come all you haters and see what I have wrought. Our primary role as teachers is to demonstrate how to best waste time. I survived Seamus Heaney and all I got was this lousy career. Monuments are built daily to distraction. The terms rescuers and salvagers are mostly interchangeable. Before the sun has risen...
Ashley-Elizabeth Best: Two Poems

Ashley-Elizabeth Best: Two Poems

LADY ODDBALL I’ve discovered the shortest route between two wants is a scream. Called into life, an undersong of grief, a magpie of magic, the seed of my legend focuses the world. My lips blacken at his mouth, I wipe off those stage kisses in full view of the audience, in the stone of the...

Sarah de Leeuw: from Outside, America

TO ARGILLITE, RETURNING   SURFACING BEHAVIOUR Just shy of Alaska, catamaraning the contested Dixon Entrance A-B Line somewhere south of Prince of Wales Island we’re waiting with whale-sized patience for the firm blue sea to split open, our Canadian cell phones buzzing with text links to American dialing codes and roaming fee warnings, a cormorant,...

Rob Budde: Three Poems

WHAT WE DO “Today it’s going to cost us twenty dollars” –Gary Soto Either rip off cereal box coupons, or don’t, make note of how much milk is left, think about trying another substitute—almond milk maybe—walk to bus stop and find a quarter in the weeds, shiny, like it might have just been dropped; on...

Fabienne Calvert Filteau: Three Poems

PROLOGUE from Second Growth, Creekstone Press 2014 we came for wilderness, bounding trail, rinds of trail slumping into streambed, river mud hugging our shoes, pulling ourselves deeper into the forest by its trunks we came – for the twinge of rain-aged bark in our hands, sunshade of fir, dogwood, aspen, birch mycelia flexing whispers between...

Jeremy Stewart: Welfare Suite

WELFARE SUITE I. an an afterschool special “olly olly oxen free,” I circled the snowy perimeter bushy play zone edges I hid for fear of finding out she let the kids beat on each other her youngest son was also a psychopath windmilled his skinny arms and children cowered under his temper but I wasn’t...

G.P. Lainsbury: from Half-Life

FROM HALF-LIFE, A POEM-LIKE THING   “every man is capable of showing his contempt for the cruelty and stupidity of the universe by making his own life a poem of incoherence and absurdity.” -Gabriel Brunt *                           *          ...

Donna Kane: from Pioneer 10

PIONEER 10   Its shadow’s been gone since lift-off but it took light disappearing before lonely seemed simply alone, or if not alone then deep in the lab of the not understood, the not taste-of-ourselves in its gold dust, the not soot-plumped sweat of our brows incandescent with plutonium.   Shed of silver, quick, small–...
Northern British Columbia: Six Poets

Northern British Columbia: Six Poets

I sought these poets knowing I was catching only a slice of northern BC’s writers, in order to offer a glimpse into some of what’s going on out here. This doesn’t represent a renaissance – there have been poets toiling in these eskers and valleys for ages – but it’s proof of a region’s literature...
Kevin McPherson: faux foe

Kevin McPherson: faux foe

faux foe   1. lover pain but   ado,  mine blinder tenant ton or ours, pale fins         2. pair pour chair   pays reporter rein main   bail blesser bras   seize dire surgeon       3. car  imposition   ride habits bribe pipes   waters parole, volatile pond  ...
Rudrapriya Rathore on Kayla Czaga: For Your Safety Please Hold On

Rudrapriya Rathore on Kayla Czaga: For Your Safety Please Hold On

For Your Safety Please Hold On, Kayla Czaga. Nightwood Editions (2014). Kayla Czaga’s debut collection of poetry, For Your Safety Please Hold On, manages a balance in voice and tone that is likeable, playful, domestic—but also unpredictable, full of precipices and turns. Poems such as “Gertrude Stein Loves a Girl,” “Some Girls” and “For Play” question...

Cornelia Barber in Conversation with Ana Božičević

What does it mean for the subject of a poem to embody selflessness; to face death with contemplation and elation; to strive to see our screwed up world objectively, but with care; and to rise to the occasion of an ethical poetics? Ana Božičević invited me to her lovely Lefferts Gardens apartment, made a superb...
Naomi Guttman: from The Banquet of Donny & Ari: Scenes from the Opera

Naomi Guttman: from The Banquet of Donny & Ari: Scenes from the Opera

THE BOOK OF LIFE Though Ari won’t believe in God, she knows that something somewhere must be counting—calories and carbon use, every inner tube she’s ever burst, every acid-crusted battery—somewhere there’s a ledger for the damage of existence: each bottle top and what it cost the Earth, the atmosphere, accruing to the rubbish mountain of...
Interview: Metatron Press

Interview: Metatron Press

Jake Byrne: Why did you decide to start Metatron? Was there a void in the Montreal literary community or the publishing scene at large that you felt you needed to fill? Ashley Opheim, Metatron Managing Editor: In 2012, Guillaume Morissette (a close friend and now co-editor of Metatron) and I started organizing readings to expose...
Kailey Havelock on Karen Connelly: Come Cold River

Kailey Havelock on Karen Connelly: Come Cold River

Come Cold River. Karen Connelly. Quattro Books (2013). aaaaaaNot a door or a window left of that time aaaaaaNothing to walk back inside aaaaaaonly recollections of people scattered aaaaaaaaaaaaanameless or forgotten aaaaaaWhat is the use of a people’s history? (101) These lines appear in the second to last poem of Karen Connelly’s Come Cold River,...
Metatron Press: Two Poems, Two Poets

Metatron Press: Two Poems, Two Poets

HOW BLACK? Roland Pemberton She said I was the whitest black person she’d ever met and she laughed when she said it A kind of nervous jagged laughter the rest of the room tried to gloss over Like a white glove over a black hand I wanted to show her a colour wheel Point at...
Hannah Hackney on Suzannah Showler: Failure to Thrive

Hannah Hackney on Suzannah Showler: Failure to Thrive

Failure to Thrive. Suzannah Showler. ECW Press (2014) There is a common thread running through these poems – fundamentally, the wry, desolate voice – but Showler’s dark debut collection reveals a range of talents. Her confidence and vision are equally felt in the mapping of a cerebral artifact, such as “A Short History of the...
Geneviève Robichaud on erica kaufman: INSTANT CLASSIC

Geneviève Robichaud on erica kaufman: INSTANT CLASSIC

INSTANT CLASSIC, erica kaufman (Roof Books, 2013) “we can’t all be ballerinas, ducks, or robots / and we can’t all heed the ventriloquist and live / in the apothecary’s store indulging in mercury, tobacco….” (17). In erica kaufman’s INSTANT CLASSIC the question of ‘why/how poetry?’ crescendos into several lines of inquiry: “Who owns language? Is...
Amber Dawn: from Where the words end and my body begins

Amber Dawn: from Where the words end and my body begins

WHOLE MESSY THING This sadness is bigger than B vitamins, it is not interested in working around my schedule, or all your good ideas, it arrives anyway on wings of fog and stays awhile “Love Is a Messy Broken Thing, Part 6,” Jacks McNamara Depression, the word, is useless. There’s no music no romance, no...