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Fan Expo Vancouver

Fan Expo Vancouver is almost here!

For the last few years at Fan Expo, I have helped my friend Peter Chiykowski sell merchandise for his amazing webcomic: Rock, Paper, Cynic. This year, I am going to be at his booth (A2 in Artist Alley) selling some of my own merch!

If you follow me on any type of social media, you have probably noticed my religious adherence to posting at least one photo-haiku every single day. I started around Hallowe’en last year and haven’t missed a day yet.

Even though a lot of my haiku use my own photography or stock photos for which I have usage rights, a lot of the geeky ones use images from my favourite films and TV shows.

To sell some of these poems at conventions I wanted original art to accompany them, so I reached out to artists from all over the world (thanks Internet!) and put together what I feel is a pretty wonderful set of 15 haiku (11 postcard prints and 4 posters).

I want some of them to be a surprise at the convention, but I thought I’d post a handful here to whet your appetite.

I’ll also be selling these online (store coming soon). I hope you like them!

Postcards 4×6

Firefly

Postcard. Image by Aaron Lenk

Aaron Lenk did the artwork for six of my prints! All of them are this perfect. The others are: Wolverine, Dr. Who, Greedo (below), The Walking Dead, and a Fan Expo Vancouver Exclusive of Leia fighting Kirk!!!

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Lego

Postcard. Photo: Macroworlder

Macroworlder – an online Star Wars, GI Joe, and LEGO photographer – collaborated with me on three prints. The other two are Star Wars related: a Biker Scout and Boba Fett. Check out his stuff on Flickr.

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Star Trek

Postcard. Image by ryanrybot

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Postcard. Image by The-Ez.deviantART.com.

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E-Book

Postcard. I always forget to charge my Kobo…

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T-Rex

Postcard. My photo at the Royal Tyrrell Museum of Palaeontology in Drumheller, Alberta.

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Posters 13×19

The Lonely Dragon

Poster. Image by Robert Crescenzio.

Here is one of the big guns. Rob (Drawn to Fantasy) painted this for me, and whoa did he nail it!

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Poster. Image by Aaron Lenk.

Poster. Image by Aaron Lenk.

This poster would look great in my messy room so I don’t have to apologise to guests.

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My photo in Pacific Spirit Forest, taken from the bench my grandfather donated to be at this crossroads.

Poster. My photo in Pacific Spirit Forest, taken from the bench my grandfather donated to be at this crossroads.

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I’ll post the others during the convention.

For now I hope you’ll check out all the haiku I did for the Fan Expo Van celebrity guests!

All of them are here on Tumblr.

You can also connect with me on Twitter and Facebook to keep up-to-date.

 

 

 

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On the Occasion of Your Engagement

Congratulations follow in your wake

Like tropical fish on parade to greet

A passing snorkeller, swept off her feet

By waves of flitting fins outstretched to shake

Her hand and glisten with her ring—but make

Way! New arrivals tread the tide to meet

With her and pay their social dues. Repeat

Until she knows everyone knows. I take

My turn and sink into the tidal gloom

Past memories of dying coral reefs

And sea anemones that will not bloom

Now. They did last year, but I was a thief

In my own mind and stored those all away

Behind a door marked X barred shut today.


Nine of Pentacles

Her practiced fingers stroke the well-worn keys—

A simple melody with simple ease—

Then reach for fifths to fill the pattern’s run

Alone. No rush. There’s no one else to please:

No judge, no jury, no race to be won.

So she slows—settles to a mournful pace

Reminding her of all the pain it took

To get her here: the lines she had to trace

To rise above and toss away the book

Alone. No rush. There’s no one else to please

And that’s enough. She sets her music’s sun

And beauty echoes from her hard-earned grace…

But sly shadows steal an embarrassed look.


Mirror, Dreams

The I in the soul patch slapped off my face

Spread scattered ego shuffling on the breeze

Over every emaciated place

Diminished by my exile’s treason’s ease.

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The man in my mirror, the man in my dreams

Splits snicker-snack in the caesura’s claws,

Neatly striking my name from where I’ve been

And scribbling it back in between the pause.

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Same sign, new meaning: a coincidence

Of arbitrary logos advertising

Two different products—and yet all sense

Points at the sameness the change tries disguising.

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So on these stilted thoughts wobbling across

My portrait, I know I and he are me,

But marvel that a mask’s symbolic loss

Can warp my memories based on what I see.


Take a Deep Breath

(You have to read this one out loud)

Take a Deep Breath

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And speak the memory of a foreign shore

Where pastels spilled on water stroked your back

In slow exhale to revisit once more

The visible eyes in a bedroom of black

Amazed that they loved you before

The lips found the words that they lacked.


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