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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...
Lynn Crosbie: Three Poems

Lynn Crosbie: Three Poems

Lynn Crosbie is a Toronto writer. Some of the poems from this collection, The Corpses of the Future, have appeared in Highway magazine. Her new novel Where Did You Sleep Last Night comes out this spring with House of Anansi Press. Her latest e-short story/fanfic, “Little Snowfall” is online now....
Cornelia Barber: Looking at Emma's Dilemma

Cornelia Barber: Looking at Emma’s Dilemma

        “There is No Scene Here” Looking at Emma’s Dilemma (Henry Hills, 2012) by Cornelia Barber To look is to be curious, to be interested, to lower yourself. No one you look at is worth it. Looking is always demeaning. The word conversation is banished. I think...
Tanya Tagaq: Untitled

Tanya Tagaq: Untitled

when air becomes thin flesh could be moved like warm butter and chewed and swallowed without hurting anyone where my own insides can be pulled through my fingers where death seems like the only thing that is sure the only natural thing left where the lights go dim and reality...
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 Please submit no more than four previously unpublished poems, along with a brief bio, to jonathan@jonathanball.com with the subject line “Lemon...
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...
Rachel Zolf on Juliana Spahr: The Transformation thinks wit(h)ness

Rachel Zolf on Juliana Spahr: The Transformation thinks wit(h)ness

This essay was originally written as part of Laynie Browne’s project to curate essays on the “poet’s novel”  in mid-2013.A The Transformation, Juliana Spahr. Atelos, 2007 Thinking thought usually amounts to withdrawing into a dimensionless place in which the idea of thought alone persists. But thought in reality spaces itself...
Jake Kennedy on Lisa Robertson

Jake Kennedy on Lisa Robertson

“You Decide to Meditate on the Condition of a Seam”—Notes On Lisa Robertson’s Cinema of the Present it’s not the new.  it is what is yet not known, thought, seen, touched but really what is not. and that is. —Eva Hesse -Kmac visited Coach House just as Cinema Of The...
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Malcolm Sutton in Conversation with Alisha Piercy: Bunny and Shark

Malcolm Sutton in Conversation with Alisha Piercy: Bunny and Shark

Malcolm Sutton (MS): Your new novel, Bunny and Shark (BookThug 2014), centres on a Playboy Bunny who is thrown out, in a most dramatic and violent gesture, by her long-time lover. This happens to her at a critical moment in her life: when her power over men is diminishing as her body becomes less desirable...
Trisha Low on Steven Zultanski’s Bribery and Brandon Brown’s Top 40

Trisha Low on Steven Zultanski’s Bribery and Brandon Brown’s Top 40

I guess there are certain things that one is obligated not to talk about in a book review, like one’s personal relationship to the authors of those books one is reviewing, or really, any personal details about oneself. But for the purposes of this review, honestly let’s just fuck it. I, Trisha Low, am friends...
Madhur Anand: Two Poems

Madhur Anand: Two Poems

IF I CAN MAKE IT THERE It’s January and in the news, white fluff, cherry trees flowering in Brooklyn. What to make of the changed phenology? A closet of cuttings: Pale yellow pages. Lignin destabilized where lines are preserved. I’ll follow greenhouse seeds, edit second editions but need more breathing room, more literature review. And...
Elena Johnson: Three Poems

Elena Johnson: Three Poems

Tallest Objects   Wildflowers one knuckle high. Mammals the width of a hand gather bouquets in their mouths, pile them in havens between stones.   Each human gesture weighted with layers of fleece and wool, zippers and eider-down.   A kilometre above sea-level, we are the tallest objects bent by the wind.   Wide-legged gait...
Elee Kraljii Gardiner

Elee Kraljii Gardiner

Concepción, Chile   When they take her from the street she shouts her full name so someone might record her disappearance. They shut her up. Her articles are measured and weighed. For months they guard her, abbreviate her verbs. They keep her in the imperative. She is strip-searched, shocked, revived. Sprayed down with rhetoric. They...
Chris Gilpin

Chris Gilpin

Each Winter Every Winter   The house holds winter over its head on a book, the covers its roof, and us, the pages within. The book stillness rising, a fat sky wedge plowing upwards, as the snow rotates down, a repeated background on vertical scroll.   Winter bringing yesterwinter, piled onto by the winter before,...
Cail Judy

Cail Judy

MOTEL 6   They climb the rust belt stairs Boots heavy on threaded steel The father walks ahead and the young boy follows as the smoke from his father’s cigarette mingles with the cold prairie air.   They stop in front of their motel room Father leaning over the railing ledge Starting at the parking...
andrea bennett: Two Poems

andrea bennett: Two Poems

In Leduc, Alberta, there’s a man on a job. He’s selling farm insurance under a bow-legged tent. He’s heckling my boots, oh good, he’s heckling. At this truck stop, where this man is working, the only other visible woman is working the bar. This truck stop where I am not woman enough, but where I...
Adrienne Gruber: Two Poems

Adrienne Gruber: Two Poems

Hour Twenty   Bowel seized, Iron Maiden, tailbone swinging like a trap door.   Stuck in this swamp I bathe in my juices. Early afternoon melts   hardwood into honeyed strips. I have douched enough, fermented in sauce   of amniotic piss, the drug of heat has worn. I am combustible. Walls coat ashen, baptized....
Geoffrey Nilson

Geoffrey Nilson

Burning Down The House   Gregory Crewdson, Twilight: Plate 11, 2002, digital print of 8×10 glass negative   he walks two three times around the gas can slouched on his heels the building crackling his two teenage daughters stuck in a game of risk on the hood of the family station wagon ‘you might not...
Jennifer Zilm

Jennifer Zilm

Spiritual Media: Follow this Poem   Directives: @ShopprsDrugMart pharmacists as primary care #yourlifestore #youregonnabehappy   @VCHhealthcare urban physicians and their atrophied skills #carepointclinic   @seroquelXR05 anti-psychotics—even in sub-therapeutic does— can stop your period #mypsychiatristsaysihaveexcellentboundaries   Histoire du livre   Everyone you’ve ever known seems a monotheist, eyes entranced by this dynamic book. And you, I...
Kayla Czaga: Three Poems

Kayla Czaga: Three Poems

I Forgot To Mention the Thunderball   The day I stepped through my Etch a Sketch signaled the end of an era. Over were the evenings my father would lie belly-down on the rumpus room rug, propped on his elbows winding mini-mazes for me to solve, as I counted bunnies on his Pilsner bottle. All...
Kevin Spenst: Two Poems

Kevin Spenst: Two Poems

What’s Shaken from the Sun   We dream our ideals into each day, wake within some souvenir of failure, vacation in a lovely schmutz of laughter. Confounded by fuck-ups and shoddy directions, we hovel respite from the pits. We dream our ideals into each day. Compounded by weaks and yearns, time pummels our expressions. Our...
Mariner Janes

Mariner Janes

the cutthroat’s wishlist   crept in to covered spaces, crawled in anywhere, became punctured with hidden, felt up and abandoned   memory loss, if reconstructed in a three dimensional way ship steers, bucks left uncoiled and repulsed   if you were to look back at the crux of the ocean the dividing line, the long...
Megan Jones: Two Poems

Megan Jones: Two Poems

Ophelia’s Video Selfie   Act 1   Green girl in a garden. A girl, a veil of green.   Videos in the garden direct how I’m to be   or not to be seen.   Act 2   Dear Hamlet, Hi, Eff you.   Act 3   For every forty-two selfies I edit three:  ...
Leanne Dunic: Three Poems

Leanne Dunic: Three Poems

Test   Tolerance for raw meat is a good start.     You’ve got a nice selection of scars but I need more proof.     Here’s a sleeping bag, plastic cup, a box of raisins.   You don’t like raisins – yet.   Flashlight, gauze, a bottle of water. Keep matches dry.    ...
Raoul Fernandes

Raoul Fernandes

An Ache in the Knot    if there’s a shortness in the breath of the lungs if there’s an ache in the muscles of the arm   if there’s a knot in the shoulder and a soreness in the throat if there’s a redness in the eye   and a twitch in the lid if...
Rob Taylor: Two Poems

Rob Taylor: Two Poems

Naked   Evening circles sunlight from the sky, mirrors my window, one way. Outside I must be museumed, diorama’d, aglow.   I turn to see who’s watching, find the one man I’d forgotten to expect, and behind him, through him,   blurred into his face and eyes, a wall of books I read once, shelved,...
Sugar le Fae: Two Poems

Sugar le Fae: Two Poems

Love, an Abstract   His torso’s door gnashing ravenously, the Tin Man chases, chest-first, after the heart floating an arm’s length out of reach in his own hand.   Clownfish —after Britney Spears   My feelings for you are like the incestuous loneliness of the sea anemone. To be all-feeling is its own kind of...
Nav Nagra

Nav Nagra

  Nav Nagra is a writer, reader and knitter. She is currently working on two books of poetry.
Eli Zibin

Eli Zibin

  Eli Zibin is a poet in Vancouver.
Jillian Christmas

Jillian Christmas

Just how some folks play the blues   “There’s just some thing about the wide-mouthed women!” I say, bashful over details of my latest adventures, down the front of slim trousers and up the back of summer skirts. My lover is coolly unsurprised; it’s all common tongue for the young ones like us who shake...
Leah Horlick: Three Poems

Leah Horlick: Three Poems

To Forget It’s a blessing, isn’t it? To be able, days at a time, to forget what we are. - “Blood Honey,” Chana Bloch     Two friends in two weeks, this time. Heart attacks, both under thirty. You scoop me up from the airport with an armful of calla lily, hydrangea, purple starburst —the...
mia susan amir

mia susan amir

    mia susan amir was born in Israel/Palestine and currently lives between Oakland CA, and Vancouver, BC, Coast Salish Territories. amir is a writer, performer, vocalist, facilitator and community educator who holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Mills College. She is currently working on a memoir entitled A Memory of Sand and Silence....
Andrew McEwan

Andrew McEwan

from Of Matters Diverse and Confused. Particular Subjects. Subsect. 1.   The temperature of the body overthrown. Left impulses, memory. Inability being a common infirmity. Like kingdoms under such heads, bodies groan.   Mock folly, mock one another. As a drone – unprofitable. Such an economy of motion. Bankrupt neighbours. Actors intrude on common ground....