Amy LeBlanc
Biography
Amy LeBlanc is Managing Editor at Canthius and a PhD student in English at the University of Calgary. Amy's debut poetry collection, I know something you don’t know, was published with Gordon Hill Press in March 2020 and was long listed for the 2021 ReLit Award and selected as a finalist for the Stephan G. Stephansson Award for Poetry. Her novella, Unlocking, was published by the UCalgary Press in June 2021 and is a finalist for the Trade Fiction Book of the Year through the Book Publishers Association of Alberta. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Room, Arc, Canadian Literature, and the Literary Review of Canada among others. She is the author of three chapbooks of poetry— most recently, “Undead Juliet at the Museum" which was published with ZED Press in August 2021. Amy is a recipient of the 2020 Lieutenant Governor of Alberta Emerging Artist Award and a CGS-D Award for her doctoral research into fictional representations of chronic illness and gothic spaces. She is a 2022 Killam Laureate.
Poetics Statement
Sample of Poet's Work
Spatial Awareness
The kitchen window on the left
with the sink in front—
you could draw an outline in chalk
on the cushioned tile
(with: arms, pinky toes, appendix,
intestines, hemoglobin, ferritin)
but it may not help in the end.
Turn the room on its side
to shift your heart into a new
position one where blood
either pools or flows
like a river that runs both
ways. With the room in
view, move the chair a fraction
to the right. This will place you
closer to the sun, nearer
the airport,
closer to tenderness.
On second thought, draw
the body in chalk on the floor
but make it your own. Solid lines
for impenetrable membranes,
dashes for DNA, stars for
cytokines. A space
on the left for a heart that pumps
blood toward an airplane
moving overhead.
rutting season
This could be a good place like moss on barren ground,
like the stages of grief, moss between button holes, moss
a tincture of amber velvet amid incisors, or a cot death
to keep intimate and clean where milk teeth sit
his bouquet of antlers like foxes on fence posts
turning into rabbit punches, and the antlers grow
petals and panties bunch until they are too weighty to lift.