April is National Poetry Month, a time dedicated to reading, writing, speaking and promoting poetry in Canada.
To ensure that the word of National Poetry Month is heard across the country, the League of Canadian Poets sponsors readings and performances across Canada and produces a blog that features the works of LCP members.
In 2013, the League of Canadian Poets will be celebrating the Fifteenth Anniversary of National Poetry Month, celebrating the wealth of beautiful poetry created by talented Canadians across the country.
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Category Archives: New Poet Selections
CONCORD AND BLOOR The week after he was struck and killed by a bus we passed his memorial on a light pole at Concord and Bloor. He smiled and looked out towards the lake from his very best photo framed … Continue reading
Foxes The view bereft of colour. Red coat no camouflage, he jogs brazen onto the winter lake. (Is this the vandal who gnawed our cord of Christmas lights?) A raucous bark. He turns, halts, resumes his trek, another call – … Continue reading
Mermaid She seeks songs hidden among rocks on Fundy shore, finds periwinkles silent in tidal pools. Her cold fingers pluck a rusty tin can from the sea, fill it with winkles and water. Tail slippery as eelgrass, eyes drowned with … Continue reading
Late of Old Vegas Sun’s haemorrhage had run to him once. Maybe to the mountains now, slow-moving old god of worn down promise, nil vig, raw scratch. Left behind by the new hungry hot and loosely knotted gods. Unmoistened by … Continue reading
When My Worlds Collide My world was always meant to come together. To have flow, unity, and coherence. Even as a little boy, I lived in many worlds. Problems always would arise when they would collide. Especially when I forced … Continue reading
The Lonesome Lunch In the gut of the bottom floor staff room is the guttural and incessant electric buzz of loneliness digesting. The giggle of pipes inside the underground walls pop – ping – … Continue reading
Writers’ Canopy Alma de Hatillo, Costa Rica Crowded together in comfort, our pens stretch across paper. Our minds open – like vibrant feathers to the sky, as we adorn our pages. We hear only our inner voices, murmurs of contentment, … Continue reading
Diagnosis: Crippled by Cliché I would like to say that we never found ourselves trapped beneath a full moon, so broad was its reach, so bold was the night sky. That we never searched for the names— bright stars on … Continue reading
Let’s take our teeth out and talk! Let’s take out teeth out and talk! Now the tongue is free Inhibitions slip easily away Secrets roam freely The dark gaps in my mouth fill with wonder Tell me dear friend – … Continue reading