Posts by Poetry

Wham, bam, thank you (poetry) slam

By Geordon Omand • February 8, 2013

A poet keeps the audience rapt on a Saturday night (Adele van Wyk photo)

Spoken word heavy-hitters perform at Halifax charity poetry slam

The Baby Sparrow

By Hannah Rittner • September 7, 2012

A baby sparrow got caught in the rain
She lies on the pavement—the sidewalk
The Baby Sparrow
It’s humid now, the clouds are feather grey.
She opens one …


By Nick Laugher • September 6, 2012

I remember that time,
we were lying on the floor
and Anthony Bourdain was drinking Japanese whisky
on the television.
You looked so peaceful,
wide-eyed at his debauchery,
soft, upturned …

It’s High School Science For Me

By Andy Post • March 30, 2012

It’s High School Science For Me

First you learn all the kingdoms and phylums and classes
And orders and families and species and genuses
Slowly you’ll learn how and wherefore and why …


By Andrea Benson • March 30, 2012


I am still afraid of speed
(Except that, secretly, I find it kind of fun)
It was in our hometown,
Last summer double-riding,
he stopped so suddenly and …

Something Shameless

By Shane Bryson • March 23, 2012

Something Shameless

To write a bad poem and mean
It, in love, is something shameless
That tells a laughing at, a proverbial
Fit, that to reject is not to …


By Brett Bell • March 23, 2012


St. Sunday becomes the bloom of my eye;
we follow on highs and smoky nights,
in bars, the sidewalk, the silver rain.
Then again, I help myself …

ours by not beings ours

By Kelly Conway • March 23, 2012


Ours by not being ours.
Saturday mornings with the guys
he’d tell bed-sheet war stories.
I’d ask something like how’d she taste anyway
and we’d crack all into …

The Lover in the Mirror

By Adrian Lacson, Poet • March 23, 2012

Reflection – Photo by dherrera_96 via flickr

That Lover in the mirror—
If he is my second-half I wonder.
I talk to you and you talk to me;
I wave my hand and you …


By Brodie Robbins, Poet • March 23, 2012


The respirator hummed and clicked away
a percussion ensemble, beating the rhythm of life
Hurooooom-click Hurooooom-click
She lay wrapped in her favorite linens
The warm embrace of her …