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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National Poetry Month 2013 was an amazing success, and we have a lot of people to thank for the support! My Bindi, Literature for life, The Literary Press Group, The Canadian Library Association, and many others helped us to spread … Continue reading
Perfumed Sentence … a perfume is not the same as a sentence … – David Howes Don’t tell me that perfume cannot be a sentence, that trees are not language, because to deny this is to deny that hands can … Continue reading
It’s a boy Complete this sentence: As long as it’s healthy… By the time your startle reflex has kicked in and he’s tested his grasp of your finger (melting your belly from the outside) you’ll have counted his toes one … Continue reading
Loving an Old Dog There were days loosed from the leash when she’d burst from fall-frail leaves, lungs ecstatic with young daylight. She found mud where there’d been no rain or river, tracked paths to squirrel dens and litterbug ravines. … Continue reading
Once I Fashioned Wings I’m in her garden, among the roses, flowers wrapped in plastic bags, bees placed in match boxes tied with string, yellow ants kept in old shoe-polish tins, fish that seem to float upside down, birds tethered … Continue reading
The Bird Girls That was the year they’d call the night before like birds that congregate on black phone wires to plan what to wear to school the next day: skirts, though it was a deathly winter there. They were … Continue reading
Untitled (The Mole Rat) Maybe there’s a poem for the cool of the bus in my hair, like the whole network of hidden vein lines in clear eyes, or the air rattling under the stop-caller’s white words. In this poem, … Continue reading
The Year of (white) Fun There are some things I just don’t like to think about. There are some places I just don’t like to go. Sometimes I feel so old. Sometimes I feel false. Don’t let my face tell … Continue reading
I still have the hope-shaped desperate glass heart you left me with. I nurture it. You didn’t ask me to. You know what everything truly looks like when you peer through it. I still have the distorted, muffled longing for … Continue reading