These poems each have a set of guided questions, related videos that allow for deeper investigation, and suggested writing activities. We'll be adding more poems here soon! But I’m No One But I’m No one is a reflection on our tendency to fear death and the manifestation of this fear through uncanny beliefs. The Potato Harvest This lonely poem is about so much more than a bare field. Weed Killer Fiona Tinwei Lam moves from personal to universal and back to the personal in this chilling poem about the ecological destruction bequeathed from one generation to the next. The Powwow at the End of the World Sherman Alexie slams the environmental destruction of settler-colonialism as we travel on an upstream course towards the powwow at the end of the world. dont worry yr hair Having a bad day? This uplifting poem about the power of our inner potential should light a spark. Planet Earth P.K. Page sings the praises of planet earth through extended metaphor and delightful constraint. Salmon Courage Deep bravery can emerge amid clashing familial hopes and truths. M. NourbeSe Philip shows us how. The Fatigue Fatigue is often the first sign something is wrong with one's body. Fatigue looms larger than life in this poem which grapples with meds, family, and coping. From One and Half of You Trying on traditional clothing and finding how it fits. Or not. I Lost My Talk How can you speak your deepest truth in a language that doesn’t understand you? Money A museum coin collection prompts a reflection on the captivating nature of currency. aubade for the BPD subreddit user who wrote can people with BPD love? The stunningly cruel comments of an internet forum reverberate throughout a sleepless night I Feel the Sun This poem articulates the poet’s intense feeling about the sunlight after going through a long winter. At the Centre In this poem of a woman in deep repose, her seeds of self-care begin to blossom. “Breathe dust…” Nearly punctuation-free, this is a breathless journey through memories of a youth spent in rural Canada. The Blue Guitar In this glosa poem, P.K. Page strums out questions about being an artist and telling the truth. Other In Other, Livesay breaks free of patriarchy’s hold and ventures into landscapes of mountain, cedar forests, night skies, and the fierce interior of her spirit. The Problem With Being a Box Too Small for Its Contents Misch expounds the unbearable work needed after a breakup: to separate from your lost love and “rejoin yourselves…even when you don’t want to.” Application Form Identity is elusive. Maybe it doesn’t exist at all. aubade for the BPD subreddit user who wrote can people with BPD love? The stunningly cruel comments of an internet forum reverberate throughout a sleepless night Money A museum coin collection prompts a reflection on the captivating nature of currency. Fast Commute Laurie Graham weathers an incongruous ice storm in this poem-excerpt that asks us to pause and understand that we are present here, “and with this understanding to start to hear.” Picking Up a Dandelion A short and poignant poem, stretching out a brief moment of beauty. Passing into Storm Through an objective lens, this poem, which could be a trailer for a horror movie, describes a white man deliberately walking into a snow storm. To what end? The Potato Harvest This lonely poem is about so much more than a bare field. From Correspondences Anne Michaels challenges us to find new maps to think about old experiences. From Red Doc In this poem-as-a-conversation, a man and his mother consider how the past lives on in the present. We Wear the Mask We Wear the Mask is a resilient and entrancing tug-of-war with external perceptions of self. My Grandmother Washes Her Feet in the Sink of the Bathroom at Sears A clash of cultures in a department store bathroom showcases pride and power in the towns matrons as well as the space in the middle where the speaker lives But I’m No One But I’m No one is a reflection on our tendency to fear death and the manifestation of this fear through uncanny beliefs. Journey of the Magi One of the three wise men who travelled to Bethlehem upon the birth of Jesus Christ describes his version of the story and the emotional upheaval he experiences from witnessing a miracle that shatters his previous beliefs and way of life. I Lost My Talk How can you speak your deepest truth in a language that doesn’t understand you? Tide Both stark and tender, this poem is about Reena Virk, a BC teen of South Asian descent who was assaulted and murdered by her peers in 1997. The Bow What flows through a name, and a name, and a name? I saw a perfect tree today Lillian Allen praises the rampant diversity of trees in Northern Ontario and asks us to see perfection in difference. Not the Music In Not in the Music, Crozier explores the inviolable: the sacred parts of ourselves that we cherish as personal sanctuaries. Beat! Beat! Drums! With rich bombastic language and Whitman's trademark sprawling lines, this poem rallies troops for war. I Am The speaker longs to escape himself and to find freedom from within and without Other In Other, Livesay breaks free of patriarchy’s hold and ventures into landscapes of mountain, cedar forests, night skies, and the fierce interior of her spirit. April 30, 2014 One spring day, dreading an afternoon appointment that will dredge up all kinds of terrible memories, the speaker of the poem focuses on the natural world around her. 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