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
#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...
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 proof of a region’s literature...
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 waters parole, volatile pond ...
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 Please submit no more than four previously unpublished poems, along with a brief bio, to jonathan@jonathanball.com with the subject line “Lemon Hound Submission” by March 1st,...
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, Western Front, Gallery Atsui, Malaspina...
John Thompson: Professor’s Last Stand
PROFESSOR’S LAST STAND Don’t believe I’m here: I’ve packed, gone without a trace somewhere north of north, or I’m lying in the oily arms of the richest woman in Calgary, Alberta; don’t you realise? I’ve been disappearing all year: at least half of me is eating tea-dunked chappatis outside Katmandu and...
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 in Edmonton. How important is...
Tim Cresswell: Three poems
A GLASS OF WATER They say this glass of London water passed through eight bodies before mine. Starting near Heathrow. A Sikh cabby. The morning shift. Then teacher between classes, a young woman, Kiwi, fit to burst. A Southall market seller, bagging mangoes and bitter gourd. A man who lives on a Brentford boat, pissing...
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 Window prism light listening to...
