Posts by Mélanie Grondin

Oshawa Shopping Centre

I like it when we shop together. All of us
at the heart of a snakeskin wallet.                   Grocery-bag ghosts
graze on footfalls. A wallet where we’re          kept
like photobooth shots. There was a man

Feel Happier in Nine Seconds

I learned the secret of serenity
by waterboarding daffodils.
My Buddha is landfill.
My mantra choked

By Linda Besner • "Feel Happier in Nine Seconds" is taken from the book Feel Happier in Nine Seconds, published by Coach House Books • Read our review • Posted Filed in Poem of the Month

Sound No 2

There are things I want to show you, like the empty pause that encircles desire. Or how Klimt knew that a woman bends her neck that far for a kiss only if she really wants it. I want to show you how quiet it gets when you’re in the company of someone who no longer loves you.

By Gillian Sze • "Sound N<sup>o</sup> 2" is taken from the book Panicle, published by ECW Press • Read our review • Posted Filed in Poem of the Month

Vibration Desks

Inside its surround
folded in, I’m a fold
of it, I’ve never left atmospheric
borders I engorge to the point of
enfolded

By Erin Robinsong • "Vibration Desks" is taken from the book Rag Cosmology, published by BookThug • Read our review • Posted Filed in Poem of the Month

No Justice No Peace

Again.
Another bloody body 
another child dying while

doing the unthinkable
eating food, going home,
eyes meeting impatient suspicion.

By Blossom Thom • "No Justice No Peace" is taken from the book #Hashtagrelief, published by Gaspereau Press • Read our review • Posted Filed in Poem of the Month

Gastronaut

I would cut off my own thumb for the perfect thimbleful
of wood-ear mushroom and bamboo shoot soup.

My paychecks all go to heirloom parsnips and pickled lamb tongues.
I dream of singed pigs’ feet, pearly cartilage and crisp skin.

By Catriona Wright • "Gastronaut" is taken from the book Table Manners, published by Signal Poetry • Read our review • Posted Filed in Poem of the Month

The Bicycle Thief

If I could go back to my birthplace,    Lanciano,
wander all day up and down the corso,
stop by the cathedral built on the ruins
of a Roman prison and pray,
                                             if I could

By Mary di Michele • "The Bicycle Thief" is taken from the book Bicycle Thieves, published by ECW Press • Read our review • Posted Filed in Poem of the Month

The Tundra at last

The Tundra at last
Resound my heart
Your music, the river
Your light, the stars
Your carpet, the lichen’s tender green

By Joséphine Bacon • "The Tundra at last" is taken from the book A Tea in the Tundra / Nipishapui Nete Mushuat, published by BookLand Press • Read our review • Posted Filed in Poem of the Month

Shape

My ex keeps asking do I want the cat back,
but my place is a wall short
and where pray tell to put the litter box?

By Carolyn Marie Souaid • "Shape" is taken from the book This World We Invented, published by Brick Books • Read our review • Posted Filed in Poem of the Month

Yarrow

There’s the country somewhere outside the car.
The country where the elm fucks the maple
and the elm broods as if auditioning
for a new PBS miniseries.

By David McGimpsey • "Yarrow" is taken from the book Asbestos Heights, published by Coach House Books • Read our review • Posted Filed in Poem of the Month