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New Winnipeg Poets Folio

New Winnipeg Poets Folio

My daughter, wise beyond her 15 years, summed up Winnipeg the other day: “Everybody hates it here, but nobody wants to leave.” Her solution was that we should just all agree to pick up and move the entire city — imagining a mass relocation to some sunnier realm, like when...
Maurice Mierau

Maurice Mierau

THE FORMER REVEREND   He said he was a liar, so deeply in love with himself that his fortunes had increased while he avoided gay sex, drug use, and memories thereof. Despite the scientific method, he still said time couldn’t evolve an organ like the eye that plants sexual thoughts...
Donato Mancini: from Loitersack

Donato Mancini: from Loitersack

To advance slide show click on the page. [Show picture list]     Donato Mancini makes visual and procedural poetry, bookworks, and visual art. His main books are: SNOWLINE (2015), Buffet World (2011) Fact ‘N’ Value (2011), Æthel (2007) and Ligatures (2005). Notable exhibitions of Mancini’s visual artworks have included exhibitions through Artspeak,...
Lynn Coady: Four Questions

Lynn Coady: Four Questions

Frankie Barnet: Place plays a significant role in your work. Stories like “Wireless”, “Hellgoing” and “Another World” all seem to have an interest in exploring and critiquing cosmopolitan aspects of city life, as well as differences between city and country life. You yourself are from Cape Breton but now live...
Stephen Collis: from Redactical

Stephen Collis: from Redactical

1 Stuck again we came up with something else Tried gluing the cardboard shards of boxes To our heads and backs like The defensive plates and spikes Of dinosaurs we weren’t but were becoming Or drove out west like a movie we remember Where girls feet rest on the dash...
Catriona Wright: Two Poems

Catriona Wright: Two Poems

MUK-BANG You sign in to watch the K-Pop princess eat three steaks, a bucket of kimchi, ten carp pastries filled with custard and red bean paste. You sign in to see her hair, silky as bull semen, her skin, dewy as snail slime. She is size minus ten, but you...
The New Vancouver Poets

The New Vancouver Poets

Vancouver is a transient space. The common joke is that you never have a friend who was actually born and raised in Vancouver. With that in mind we created this folio as a snapshot of new poets who, for right now, call Vancouver home. Our call for submissions had a...
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...
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Kerry Ryan

Kerry Ryan

CLOSING TIME AT IKEA   We lumbered and dragged, all last January, through chipper rooms, our exhaustion staining crisp white chic. Mecca for preggos, all of us laden, trailing behind bellies punched through parkas, splitting zippers. Babies roiling, elbows, fists, visibly rippling like swallowed panic. A sisterhood that avoided eye contact, so sick of everyone...
Carmelo Militano

Carmelo Militano

MARRIAGE MID-WINTER Snow is like a handwritten note — Jim Johnstone   snow falls like an irrelevant argument backed by a fact called wind impossible to stand on the balcony compare the distant early morning light on the horizon to a purple and red watermark blank paper a version of what is on the ground...
Angeline Schellenberg

Angeline Schellenberg

FUNERAL TAPE   I think about Abe as I prepare for winter He didn’t focus on the other side of us It may be dark but I want to speak of the future What Abe would have wanted God has given I’d like to leave two verses with you He made his own ice rink...
Candice G. Ball

Candice G. Ball

GONE FOR LUNCH   Weight-watchered, diet-centred, I’m zoned-out and fried on ephedrine. I’m exiting the thin cult, firing my personal trainer, throwing out the powders and pills. So long to the suicidal selections—black coffee, cigarettes and size six. Yes, I’m giving up the body-bitching, rediscovering my kitchen, letting my hips grow back. I’m abolishing Hollywood’s...
Adam Kroeker

Adam Kroeker

CATCH AND RELEASE   When they finished putting the water pipeline in, they left the spool behind. It was late summer when I found it in the woods, Kodiak-fat, packed with green acorns that rattled when we woke it from the bush. That summer the rains never left, inch by inch the river rose, until...
Louella Lester

Louella Lester

CLASSICAL CONDITIONING   On his deathbed Pavlov had a student sit beside him to record the circumstances of his dying. This required a lot of patience, similar to pressing buzzers, blowing whistles, collecting dog saliva and recording the results. Or maybe it was the dogs who needed the patience, listening to tuning forks and bells,...
Marika Prokosh

Marika Prokosh

THE HOME FOR WAYWARD SPINSTERS   The Home for Wayward Spinsters has large windows overlooking the street. The spinsters like natural light, and they don’t worry about attackers after the example they made of one in 1987 (his horrified face has been bronzed and mounted on the cellar door). The Home for Wayward Spinsters keeps...
Joshua Whitehead

Joshua Whitehead

REFLECTIONS ON LITTLE [BULLHEAD]   ‘dublin dan’ was a fine, fine man— & i wonder how much he would pay me for a photo of my cock? i found dan’s name in a book titled man— itoba as I saw it from 1869 to date along with a written note & a photo pasted over...
Matthew Legall

Matthew Legall

MOURNING   song bird singed     ROUGH SEXUAL EXPERIENCE!   Says he car gone. Says he used to be one second ago. Can you believe this is an outrage says he can’t go home? What kind of a planet tells him where this is enabled? Where an adult male cannot even explain him winking...
Ariel Gordon

Ariel Gordon

HAIRSHIRT   In mid-winter, the Conservatory is a space whose damp green, whose broken sunlight could be rented by the hour. People enter in parkas, sigh, then impatiently strip off coat, hat, scarf. They bask privately at the base of stunted palms, wipe vapour from the lenses of their glasses, cheeks pink. Avid. And my...
Hannah Green

Hannah Green

IN THE KITCHEN I keep my grocery lists and advice in the same drawer. I was out of sorts looking for keep your chin up in the bakery. Perhaps sourdough? I have a theory that enough yeast will rise me. I bought a cookbook and am learning about moderation. I’d like to spice up my...
Melanie Dennis Unrau

Melanie Dennis Unrau

LIFE HACKS: COURSEWORK   sunflower seeds pistachios a burnt tongue still wags when the work lays flat knit when it doesn’t lift a ten-pound weight one-armed remove slipcovers walk the stairs leave sweat marks tuck pencil in hair CBC two take a break each hour for the news nail polish one toe per page all-nighter...
Jenn Angela Lopes

Jenn Angela Lopes

THE BRIDGE COMMUNICATES   1913: In the tine of Pisces and Aries, Disraeli was ruminated on as bridge For aeons we’ve been blueprinted off of a sentence of a sort, no stratagem in providence. Now on land, there’s probing the main thing  is to bring people to live in here. But what? Sward and the lea...
Chimwemwe Undi

Chimwemwe Undi

THE SHADOW MACHINE   “the internet is a cemetery where nothing ever dies” and when she does we crowd her parents’ kitchen counters with tulips and casseroles and careful sympathies we Googled and practiced on the way over, but fucked up anyway, distracted by how different her mother looks, all corners, like she’s unfolded from...
Laura Lamont

Laura Lamont

SUNDAY VISITS   And the wolves howl in the forest. Really a shrubbery, but the journey is to granny’s house, and she has teeth. Not pointy ones; these gnashers are more practical for tea and toast and soft chicken sandwiches. In the evening, she takes them out for her tipple: whisky and milk, a little...
John Stintzi

John Stintzi

IN RESPONSE TO THE LOVE “SONNET” YOU SENT ME   If I could care less for your fucking sonnet, 
My chest would bloom wide open, and—in spite Of small decisions to live and the small lights 
On shores that call me—I’d out my heart. Pawn it. You say your love “falls like leaves in autumn,”...
Cam Scott

Cam Scott

CONTRA “Total risk through global refusal.” —Paul-Émile Borduas   A Crimson Sky 
A Dark Background
 All Enemies
 All Gods 
All Odds
 All Things Ending 
An Infinite Horizon Atheism 
Common Sense 
Democracy and Equality 
Destiny 
Fairness 
Freud 
God 
Happiness 
Health 
Intellectual Monopoly 
Interpretation 
Love 
Medical Advice 
Method
 Nature
 Pain
 Perfectionism
 Ratzinger
 Reform
 Religion
 Schooling
 The Boards
...
Joanne Epp

Joanne Epp

YOU MAY HAVE HEARD   If your home is near a park, you’ll live longer. If there’s a plant in your hospital room, you’ll need fewer Tylenol 3s. If you walk in a forest, you will sleep more deeply. If you watch ducks float down the river, your distance vision will improve. If you take...
Corina Copp: from The Green Ray

Corina Copp: from The Green Ray

LA VOIX HUMAINE It begins seductively, with the potential loss of her hands parting in a bath O Fernet, able to close again, close enough to his temples that his darker moments of depression illuminate, taking on a slow neon flush of knee- cap busting into freedom like we’d like it to for the story....
Call for Work: New Winnipeg Poets

Call for Work: New Winnipeg Poets

Jonathan Ball will edit Lemon Hound’s forthcoming folio spotlighting New Winnipeg Poets. We seek poetry from Winnipeg (and surrounding area) writers that have produced no more than two books. Please submit no more than four previously unpublished poems, along with a brief bio, to jonathan@jonathanball.com with the subject line “Lemon Hound Submission” by March 1st,...
Jacob Wren on Leanne Simpson: Dancing on Our Turtle’s Back & Islands of Decolonial Love

Jacob Wren on Leanne Simpson: Dancing on Our Turtle’s Back & Islands of Decolonial Love

Dancing on Our Turtle’s Back: Stories of Nishnaabeg Re-creation, Resurgence and a New Emergence, Leanne Simpson (ARP Books, 2011)       Islands of Decolonial Love: Stories and Songs, Leanne Simpson (ARP Books, 2013)         There is a short sentence I keep coming back to, only seven words: how to live as if it...
Cecily Nicholson: from From The Poplars

Cecily Nicholson: from From The Poplars

SELECTIONS FROM FROM THE POPLARS a large group of men line the street from the back door of the Land offices they await an opportunity to gain a piece of BC tree island onto definitive tracks blinks a haze of contact shred through the built developing a bundle of wars war rights of the Crown...
David Walker on  Craig Cotter: After Lunch with Frank O’Hara

David Walker on Craig Cotter: After Lunch with Frank O’Hara

After Lunch with Frank O’Hara, Craig Cotter (Chelsea Station Editions 2014) In 1959, Frank O’Hara published “Personism: A Manifesto”, a tongue-in-cheek essay that, for all its cynicism towards critical prose about poetry – the essay’s first line insists that “everything is in the poems” (247) – remains the clearest articulation of O’Hara’s casual, intimate poetics....
Peter Norman: from The Gun That Starts The Race

Peter Norman: from The Gun That Starts The Race

AGE OF WAITING Crows rasp and wrestle for a scrap of kill discarded at the curb: carcass dropped from the claws of a passing gull. Each beak pecks out its portion. In the shop, a knife is pressed against the cashier’s throat. As customers look on, the burglar loads up on smokes and currency. It’s...
Chelene Knight: from Braided Skin

Chelene Knight: from Braided Skin

UGANDA 1972 A once promising land—evaporating. The people abolished, divided and shaken by the expulsion, the elimination. The threat of an ethnic cleansing of the Indian minority hovered over Asian carpenters, mechanics, shoemakers and tailors—the middlemen flail in the political winds. Minority eyes must speak: Identify yourself; breakthrough for Uganda. Kampala—tombs of kabakas have woven...