LEMON HOUND

More Bite Than Bark Since 2005
Poems
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...

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  ...
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...
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...
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...
Taylor Daigneault-Patterson

Taylor Daigneault-Patterson

GALLIFREYAN VALENTINE       Taylor Daigneault-Patterson is an undergrad at the University of Winnipeg in the Integrated Arts/Education Program working towards a major in English. Beyond writing, Taylor is a childcare worker at a local daycare and a cabinet minister in the Youth Parliament of Manitoba. Taylor’s current writing focuses on reconstructing “standard” poetic...
Sarah Lynn Vaage

Sarah Lynn Vaage

THE TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY CHILD   Everyone settle down and gather ’round as today we study, newly-discovered, the twenty-first century child. Note the tattoos threading through its body. Ink oozing out of its pores and taking shape. Dragons, flowers, emblems, all capture the essence of the twenty-first century child. See the earbuds growing out of its...
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...