Spoken Word Poetry

Original poems, written and performed by Christine Bissonnette


Between the LinesBetween the Lines

This is my love letter to every creative out there, and a request that we start supporting one another in our dreams.






Magic TrickCan I show you a magic trick?

When I’m watching a trick being performed, I can’t help but ask “how??” This poem was inspired by my very talented friend, Joel Eddington (the magician featured in the video).



From the Vancouver Poetry Slam

Inside of an Imagination; Not Mine

It’s strange to be the possessor of a body that’s as highly sexualized as the female one

Slow Down

My response to a book review, where the reviewer boasted that a book of poetry by Mary Oliver was slim enough for him to read in an hour and a half. 

In This Family, We Run

Depression and anxiety run in my family. This is a poem about hereditary mental illness. 


During a theatre exercise when I was 19, I was told by a classmate that I had a tremor in my voice. This short poem is about my changing relationship to my voice, interweaved with my experience working in the self-help industry.

Clarke Avenue

Inspired by an overheard conversation between a mother and her son. 

Videos for the following poems are on their way:

Left Opened
This poem is about my experience with anxiety, and uses excerpts from a poem I wrote when I was 13 about feeling trapped inside of a box. 

  • For this poem I’m collaborating with pianist improvisor Craig Addy, who will be accompanying me on piano. Estimated release date, March 2018.

Lakes that are Bottomless
After jumping into a lake rumoured to have no bottom, I was bitten by an imaginary monster so hard I started to bleed.

On Falling: Some Safety Considerations
A somewhat neurotic love poem about my attempt to capture glitter, and hold onto it forever.

Places I Return To Often
There is a thin line that separates fantasy from reality; obsession from love. Inspired by an experience I once had on a beach, this poem is about how we remember people, and how these memories weave themselves into our lives. 

Renaming the Letter ‘W’

In memory of my friend Nate McCowan.

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