Wednesday, 31 January 2018

Four poems in The /Temz/ Review

I'm really honoured to have four new poems in the second issue of The /Temz/ Review from London, Ontario. As a Western alum, it's good see so much literary energy and renewal in the Forest City!

Click here to read the poems.


Monday, 15 January 2018

Books I've been editing for spring 2018

I happy to share the cover designs for the novels and poetry collections I've been editing for Wolsak and Wynn's spring 2018 season. Click on the images to learn more about the books.



Ten-Headed Alien
by David James Brock
Poetry

Listen Before Transmit
by Dani Couture
Poetry

In Search of the Perfect Singing Flamingo
by Claire Tacon
Novel

Adjacentland
by Rabindranath Maharaj
Novel


Designs for Ten-Headed Alien and Adjacentland by Ingrid Paulson.
Design for Listen Before Transmit by Natalie Olsen of Kisscut Design.
Design In Search of the Perfect Singing Flamingo by Michel Vrana.

Monday, 1 January 2018

Featured grad!

Recently, I was the "featured grad" on the University of Guelph's MFA program in creative writing website. They asked me to say a few words about my experience in the program and how it has shaped my writing career. I value the time I spent studying at Guelph, so I am happy to share this.





Friday, 24 November 2017

A poem for Giorgio Moroder

For the West End Phoenix launch party last night, I was invited to select a song that was in the charts during the week of November 23, 1977 and write a poem in response to it. Other writers chose songs from 1947 to 2007 and did the same. I chose Donna Summer's "I Feel Love," the ground breaking disco hit penned by the great Giorgio Moroder. Here is the poem I wrote (with apologies to Milton Acorn).


I Feel Love: Hi-NRG

for Giorgio Moroder


I feel love in the Dolomites where the spark that drives the oscillator was composed into the system.
I feel love in the chase scene from Berlin to Eternity in shimmering photonic cars.
I feel love in the vision of a prison break by way of the full nelson face buster.
I feel love where Hi-NRG equals mass times the speed of light squared.
I feel love when I feel love, I feel love, I feel love, I feel love, I feel love, I feel love.
I feel love in the repetition.
I feel love in the repetition of pop songs.
I feel love in the digital pilgrimage across the stars to a shining planet known as Earth.
I feel love in the dial tone that matches the anticipation of your voice.
I feel love in the unthinkable life choices of were panthers.
I feel love in the gynoid Maria, the Maschinenmensch reborn in glowing rings, an echo of the love
          that will wreak havoc on Metropolis. 
I feel love in collaboration—finish this sentence: 
I feel love _______________________________________________________.
I feel love for the story that loops back on itself, that is told anew, that sees its heroes transformed and
          its goddess renamed.
I feel love in the repetition.
I feel love in the repetition of mythology.
I feel love with my last breath as I advance into the Danger Zone.
I feel love in the contest of strength that is too much to bear.
I feel love in the contest of nations where heroes fall and are reborn.
I feel love in the Countach.
I feel love in the click track.
I feel love in the yellow taxi.  
I feel love in the luck dragon.
I feel love in the F-14 Tomcat.
I feel love in the drug-addled snakebite.
I feel love in the neon grid that stretches to a vanishing point behind the silhouette of black
          mountains.
I feel love in the subculture of airwaves.
I feel love in the intelligence of the artificial life form.
I feel love in the repetition.
I feel love in the repetition of the repetition.
I feel love for the story that loops back on itself, that is told anew, that sees its heroes transformed and
          its goddess renamed again.




Wednesday, 18 October 2017

An Epitaph for Gord Downie


Through the chorus of our country the cancer cells crept
until the day that the Prime Minister wept.
Now we listen to the lyrics in our backyards and bars,
and say goodbye to the man who walks among the stars.

1964 - 2017
RIP


Sunday, 24 September 2017

Three poems in Periódico de Poesía

Three poems from my forthcoming book of poetry Self-Defence for the Brave and Happy (ECW Press, Fall 2018) have been published in Mexico's Periódico de Poesía. "Grendel's Mother," "The Modern Novel," and "Standing in front of Antlers Mounted on a Wall" have been translated into Spanish by Helena Moguel Samaniego. Many thanks to Pedro Serrano, editor of Periódico de Poesía.

You can read the poems in English and in Spanish here