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Introducing the Emerging Toronto Poets Folio

Introducing the Emerging Toronto Poets Folio

Welcome to the Lemon Hound Emerging Toronto Poets Folio, containing fourteen contributors (presented here in reverse chronological order): Phoebe Wang, Aaron Tucker, Kate Sutherland, Bardia Sinaee, Jenny Sampririsi, Michael Prior, Sarah Pinder, Sara Peters, Julie Joosten, Helen Guri, Scott Draper, Vincent Colistro, lindsay cahill, & David Alexander. When we—Stevie Howell and Aisha Sasha John—put out...

Sara Peters

 

lindsay cahill

9 & 10 lindsay cahill    ____________________________ lindsay cahill is a Toronto-based editor, visual poet, and remixer. her most recent publications include Zigest, The Rusty Toque, Stroboscope: a magazine of versioned poetics, and TheVolta.org’s feature on The Women of Visual Poetry. pieces from her Simpsons remix project were published in Jonathan Ball’s anthology WHY POETRY...

Julie Joosten

Helen Guri

Excerpt from “Kettle,” a long poem Helen Guri (1) Ensemble Most of us already have water, a pot to put it in. It is hard to improve on the men and equipment. Strategically deploy a big pot of water on the stove. Illuminate, if at night, the burner under it. Start looking for things to...

Phoebe Wang

Penelope Before Marriage Phoebe Wang There are no mermaids in Lake Ontario, but I have heard you singing. The girls leaned in, legs wobbling onboard, their footing unsure. Before the ferry crossed our path we tacked, taking our time with the racing done and the jib sheets slack. The wind flirted with their feathery hair,...

Kate Sutherland

Dürer’s Rhinoceros Kate Sutherland I. In the year our living such a marvel I had to send you this representation made after toad protected scales large as this comes to fight first whets horn pushing his forelegs then rips open where skin thinnest therefore fears the rhinoceros he always gores him whenever he meets an...

Bardia Sinaee

The End of Men Bardia Sinaee It is so hard for some men to be men and be humans also, to be men without treading on other men, as if not all men can be men. A man needs a man like a fish needs a hook, for how else will a man know he...

Aaron Tucker

why is history like a fruitcake? Aaron Tucker I refantasize about otherme as you shower separately + I tip + slosh through luggage: I am young + I study hard in university huddled over fat red pencil + small desk ill-fitting pants + homemade haircut this long lab coat vision/version gasps at test tube smokepuff...

David Alexander

Personal reflection essay: politics David Alexander Sometimes I spend too much time reading Wikipedia articles when I should be exercising my democratic right to vote. So I drive to the nearest polling station only to find it filled with children. I join their dodgeball game and bean everyone in the head until it is just...

Michael Prior

Familiarity Principle Michael Prior Your letter lies unopened on the counter. Onscreen, Lauren Bacall slides off Bogart’s lap and leans against the frame: You know how to whistle, don’t you? Consider the question. Seventy years ago, it tented trousers in the theater’s dusk, those dreamers who returned home to hold their wives and imagine a...

Jenny Sampirisi

from The Possum Play             Act 2 Jenny Sampirisi He says: I like your feet. She says: they keep me up. And leaves come down. Living world turned ornament: green stilettos, leather boots, fields and roads, the wild. If you can be immobile for a time, emit stink. I come...

Sarah Pinder

January Sarah Pinder And then it cut, grinned and starlings burst out. I read your book on the bus. I carried it with me in my bag, lying quietly in the bits of paper and balled napkins. I kept your book because it hummed a little. It was better. I could just part the straps...

Scott Draper

Eighty-Sixed Scott Draper François Vatel, majordomo to Le Grand Condé, died infamously in 1686 (split on the notched tine of a fish fork) giving cooks and television cockneys the now-popular phrase for complete lack. Across the Kingdom of France cutlers grew broken-hearted, their eyes like whetstones. François Vatel did not die in 1686, but he...

Vincent Colistro

3 Variations on a Joke Vincent Colistro Paying only minimal attention to / As I understand / In accordance with The paradigms of the story / A priest / A rabbi / A German / Walks into a tavern and sees / is greeted by / sits down next to An enigmatic tourist who bets...
Julie Sheehan: One Poem

Julie Sheehan: One Poem

HOT LITTLE CRICKET SONNET THAT WANTS WANTS WANTS   but hasn’t, being all but sex, all filch, iambic shanked & muscle mad to batten him thigh to knee but leave an oxygen enough for one keen lust to breathe & want but want what crickets want, fair hearing played at night: he lie he lay...
Alison Smith: Two Poems

Alison Smith: Two Poems

WHAT PEOPLE LOVE TO LOVE ABOUT PRISON after Jen Hadfield what people love about prison is the radical separation what people love about separation are the handwritten letters what people love about letters is first-person narrative what people love about the person is tragedy what people love about tragedy is a glimpse of gallows humour...
CA Conrad: from Sharking of the Birdcage

CA Conrad: from Sharking of the Birdcage

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Adam Sol: Two Poems

Adam Sol: Two Poems

TOWARD AN IDEA OF CITIZENSHIP I’m trying not to think of my country as a girl drinking drinking coffee in a drizzle after her boyfriend has gotten on the train. drinking Her dyed-black hair is piled on her head, this morning’s cobbling together drinking of last night’s style and fire. Her eyeliner is smudged, but...
Shane Book: Two Poems from Congotronic

Shane Book: Two Poems from Congotronic

A LABORIOUS WAKEFULNESS OR WAS IT A MOST UNAPOLOGETIC WHISTLING IN THE EAR I lack full, clear proof of his skin a drum. Have I always been under-sided, a quandary’s viscous lowered aura, for example there is the fact I’m inclined to disbelieve the violent vapours of black bile, a stab, a treason mounted. Am I really...
Claudia Rankine: from Citizen

Claudia Rankine: from Citizen

From the cover to the sequencing, from the command of the line to the glide from essay to poem to prose to meditation, Claudia Rankine’s Citizen: An American Lyric is a must read. There’s persona, then there is the poem as both an intellectual scaffold and an actual body. The disorienting inhabiting of another’s body,...
Becca Shaw Glaser: Everyone I Knew Was So Anxious

Becca Shaw Glaser: Everyone I Knew Was So Anxious

EVERYONE I KNEW WAS SO ANXIOUS like like the city had struck a match under their skin. His penis was perfect, its hum under my tongue, the texture slow and moody. My rescue geranium in my adult apartment blooming for the first time, pink sparks into the sky, so extravagant. I can’t get over why...
Aaron Boothby: Container

Aaron Boothby: Container

CONTAINER Talk is a text leaking from my body     Listening I absorb talk leaking from other bodies     Digest some of that     Make some of that part of my body     Most not     Most lost     Talk is a flow Not a flow I fully control     Sometimes very little     Sometimes a torrent of a kind a rush after...
Jason Guriel: Reviewing A Unicorn

Jason Guriel: Reviewing A Unicorn

REVIEWING A UNICORN for Michael Lista “Reviewing Chinese Democracy [by Guns N’ Roses] is not like reviewing music. It’s more like reviewing a unicorn. Should I primarily be blown away that it exists at all? Am I supposed to compare it to conventional horses?” -Chuck Klosterman The mob that likes to think it likes such things as...
Domenica Martinello: Two Poems

Domenica Martinello: Two Poems

CONTACT ZONES where is this poem going? Toronto what does it teach us? how coincidence reaches into our lives & instructs us  —bpNICHOL, from Continental Trance   1. WHERE ARE ALL THE STRIP CLUBS? The city is full of babyfaced lawyers. Nightly boys working up to chest hair ride the streetcar smooth as rubber. With...