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...

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