Angel In The House Of Poetry

I think this is worth following this month of poetry: Angel House Press is running an online project called NationalPoetryMonth.ca, a celebration of the nation of poetry. Each day during the month of April, a new poem will be published. The writers come from the United Kingdom, Europe, Canada and the United States. The site is free and all of the poets have graciously given their poems without payment. The schedule is below.

1. Elizabeth Kate Switaj - Passage
2. Camille Martin - katrina, tundra
3. Emily Falvey - Envy
4. Colin Herd - after i
5. Gil McElroy - Many Bits of Order
6. Marcus McCann - Loaded-ness
7. Kane X. Faucher - Untouch
8. Frances Raven - Leveling
9. Ben Ladouceur - Bayshore
10. Joel Lipman - Untitled [Golden Ink]
11. Sheila E. Murphy - Stop Keeping Things (All to Yourself)
12. Sandra Ridley - Untether : Unhinge
13. Christine McNair - so be it
14. Jamie Bradley - Epithalamion no. 1 / Epithalamion no. 2
15. Paul E. Nelson - Poet's Obligation
16. John M. Bennett - Lood Breath
17. Roland Prevost - how the halogen grins
18. Nicholas Power - From the Window of the Heart of Amsterdam Hotel
19. John Gillies - morning mantra
20. Philip Meersman - Doel 3
21. Patrick Edwards-Daugherty - Austin
22. Pearl Pirie - late and later
23. Margaret Malloch Zielinski - A Lesson in Edible Plants
24. Caleb JW Brasset - The green mountain
25. Cameron Anstee - Self Portrait as my Father's Books
26. Joseph Kuchar - On Coffee and Erf(x)
27. Sean Moreland - Thin Things, Prettily Dishevelled
28. rob mclennan - love is an impossible narrative
29. Todd Swift - April, April!
30. Peter Ciccariello - g, dying, center stage

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