Emergence
Fall 2019. Vol. 42 No.2
The Emergence Issue is intended as an expansive conversation on what it means to be a new and emerging poet today, and with that discussion we hope to provide a resource of encouragement — we all have to start somewhere. This issue features interviews with established poets Sheniz Janmohamed, Tasha Spillett, Jennifer Still, Daniel Scott Tysdal, and Chimwemwe Undi, in which they discuss their own experiences as emerging writers as well as the work they continue to do with new writers. All five interviews are followed by a curated selection of fresh writing from new and emerging poets with whom these mentors have worked. In this issue you will also find a selection of new writing from participants of the BIPOC Poetry Workshops in Winnipeg, as well as the winners of our 2019 2-Day Poem Contest and the winners of the Lina Chartrand Poetry Award for 2017 and 2018.
If anyone reading this issue is on the cusp of emergence themselves, perhaps they can take inspiration from the wise words of Tasha Spillett, who writes in this issue, “The world needs what you’ve been gifted to share. Move with intention and courage. Your words are medicine.”
Online content from this issue
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by Francine Cunningham
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by Natasha Ramoutar
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by Tazi Rodrigues
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by Jase Falk
It takes so much out of you, not the living, but the space between. When it’s so cold clouds can’t...
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by Jocelyn Anderson
you draw winter near with gnathic aptitude the lockjaw of late autumn startled shut, rivers grow covers smothered, lifeblood slows...
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by Sarah Ens
When I think about dying, I think about worms, how their bodies churn dirt from decay. Comforting, perhaps, the resurrection...
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by Alison Braid
The city blooms early again. Pairs of girls pose by the cluster of magnolias at the tram stop, lift their...
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by Ashley Hynd
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by Julian Day
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by Razielle Aigen
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