Kevin Connolly “Song”
Click on poem to advance. [Show picture list] from Xiphoid Process, Anansi 2017
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 provide more opportunities for writers...
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 body is right there, in...
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...
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
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
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...
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: I took a long time...
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...
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