Paul Vermeersch was born in 1973 in Mississauga, Canada. He lives as a poet in Toronto.
In 1998, he founded the I.V. Lounge Reading Series and later published an anthology, The I.V. Lounge Reader (2001).
His poems often tackle themes concerning forces that isolate man from his environment and from his fellow man. Childhood memories and scenes from family life provide him with a canvas for much of his work.
Vermeersch is currently teaching creative writing at Sheridan College in Oakville, Ontario, and he is the Poetry Editor for Insomniac Press in Toronto.
I came in a bottle, a prize like the worm
in the mezcal you swallowed
in lieu of an apology. Isn't it lovely
how I complement your fragile face?
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for Baby Fae
Since our dawning in the Great Rift Valley
they have been our primordial homunculi,
dog-faced shadows at the edge of our world.
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The hickory thigh varnished to a gloss
above the creaking metal knee
feels nothing, not the tarnished brass
thumbtack pushed into its grain,
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Their discovery has been a kind of homecoming, too.
Part of you has been here before, germinal, hidden.
A painted hand resting on the stone. A molecule.
A memory of muscled, brawling giants buried
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Marineland 1987
What I was before and then after
I was bitten by the glorious white-tailed buck
were as far removed as velvet and bone
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