Iconoclast

the war is over and we are still …………here. if the good angel had told Faustus to go fuck himself, the metaphysical baggage of war and peace, heaven and hell would have spilled out on the dark floor of the study like a bowl of peanut shells. but the angel spoke of love and the […]

By Benjamin Hertwig • "Iconoclast" is taken from the book Slow War, published by McGill-Queen’s University Press • Read our review • Posted Filed in Poem of the Month

Dead Raccoon on the Highway

I sit next to him on a park bench on a cool summer day. His smile is beautiful. He tells me I am gorgeous. I take the compliment, wrap it up and put it in my bra, the place that is closest to my heart. So, I am gorgeous. I have succeeded at the task […]

By Clementine Morrigan • "Dead Raccoon on the Highway" is taken from the book The Size Of A Bird, published by Inanna Publications • Read our review • Posted Filed in Poem of the Month

Bond “Girls”

BOND “GIRLS” PT. 1: LUCIA

Everyone loves older men and even older cities. But women

must be girls, and preferably girls from out of town. But
I’ve lived here my whole life. And when you died, I fell

By Sennah Yee • "Bond “Girls”" is taken from the book How Do I Look?, published by Metatron • Read our review • Posted Filed in Poem of the Month

Group Therapy

Each of us, in turn, has to answer, in one word,
the question: What are you feeling?

In December no less, when it gets dark at four
and this classroom’s been double-booked.

Another band of politicized marginals
prowls restless in the corridor

By Rebecca Pǎpucaru • "Group Therapy" is taken from the book The Panic Room, published by Nightwood Editions • Read our review • Posted Filed in Poem of the Month

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

By Jeramy Dodds • "Oshawa Shopping Centre" is taken from the book Drakkar Noir, published by Coach House Books • Read our review • Posted Filed in Poem of the Month

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