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Thanks & So Long

Thanks & So Long

These last few months have been difficult, knowing that Lemon Hound would be ending, not quite believing it. I’ve been torn between wanting–as has been my feeling from the beginning–to save this as a space for women and diverse voices–and wanting my life back; between knowing that we need to...
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...
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:...
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...
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  ...
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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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...
Kegan McFadden

Kegan McFadden

FOUR POEMS   somewhere between 5 & 25, i began to see umbrellas totally differently   *   so often i wanted to taunt you with my ill- equipped hips   *   the way you    r teeth come       together   *   an ode written to myself — stale beer piss on...
Adam Petrash

Adam Petrash

NORMAN BATES   Pupils.      Shiny and black as crow feathers. Smiles like Tippi Hedren’s gold necklace. Mother.      Punctures her bird calls. The shower curtain pulls.     THE VERTIGO EFFECT 1958   The camera is unfocused.      Unlike James Stewart’s blue eyes through binoculars. The leading female falls to her death twice.      Once as Madeleine. Again...
Aaron Simm

Aaron Simm

MEMORY LANE   You press your body against the railing of the ferry holding a globe, ready to drop it into the inclement waters of Lake Erie hoping that the scoured lifeboat will erode the names of all the countries you have visited and leave you a naked ball with no topography. It hangs for...
Eileen Mary Holowka

Eileen Mary Holowka

HAT TRICK   Instructions: Cut each of these six stanzas out, put them into a hat, and draw them at random, reading aloud as you do. The only part of this poem that you have control over is the phrase “I am,” which you can say once before any of the stanzas. Repeat/ reread to...
Luann Hiebert

Luann Hiebert

MATINS giggle-gurgle bird bath prattle wet sunsongs stir my ruminations this morning glory startles garden bee & boozy flies bizzzz buzzz zzuzzzz neighbour’s weed whacker thwacks her dog barks & trees a squirrel day breaks in diapasons dogged queries & niggling worries skirrrr dashed by today’s antiphon gurgle whirrr green canticles swirl round pine &...
Janis Maudlin

Janis Maudlin

“MALES DO JUST PLAIN STUPID THINGS WHEN THEY ARE BORED SOMETIMES”   f.y.i. existence fucking sucks. your poison? your curves aren’t soft they are adamant like embarrassing drunks you can’t shake sharp or tense i refuse to go dancing alone ever again every night i yell that at myself like to an obstinate shit she wants...
Kristian Enright

Kristian Enright

BEAUTY: A HOW-TO GUIDE ON HOW TO WORK WITH CLICHÉS A butterfly puzzle of sorts mailed to modern artists   Inside: (no explicit instructions, you are an artist—figure it out). Ok, ok, I will provide some direction. Put it together so that it looks beautiful but it cannot fly. It must not, yet. “Yet, it...
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...