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The Were-Traveler Publication

Penny Dreadful is a great show btw.Just in time for the holidays: a bunch of my poems for you to read!

The Were-Traveler publishes speculative micro-fiction and poetry, with Issue #19 completely devoted to poetry with fantasy, sci-fi, or horror themes.

Five of my poems are in the issue and three of them were given lovely artistic accompaniment. I hope you enjoy them!

There are a lot of wonderful poems in the issue, so please check it out here. Links straight to my poems are below.

The Were-Traveler Issue #19

  1. After Receiving the Superpower of My Choice
  2. Princess Takane and the Raven (a ballad)
  3. Poetry Robot
  4. 8 Minutes of Sunlight
  5. A Poet is a Vampire (a sonnet)

Carousel Publication


I’m very proud to announce my publication in the newest issue of Carousel Magazine!

It’s a wild journal of “Hybrid Literature”.

You can buy a copy of Issue 37, featuring my poem “Hometown, BC” on their website.

It’s only $10 CAD + shipping.

Sunday Morning Stranger in Your Bed: Tomson Highway

Tomson Highway

Another novelist makes his way into your bed this Sunday morning. They have a sneaky way of doing that, Tricksters that they are. Lured into their stories, you take them to bed with you on Saturday night and fall asleep with them in your arms. In the morning, they’re waiting patiently, always ready for another go. But you’re probably not, and resent how insatiable they can be. Maybe you’ll remember to sleep with them again next Saturday night. Maybe not.

Tomson Highway is known predominantly for being a playwright, but I have never read any of his plays. I have only read his novel Kiss of the Fur Queen—a book which made me cry while reading it and even when trying to explain it to others. The novel is based on his experience of going to a residential school as a Cree child in Manitoba and the effect of the school on his life and on his brother’s.

During one of my crying bouts when first reading Kiss of the Fur Queen on a Greyhound bus, I wrote in my journal: “Someday I hope to move a reader to tears not simply because a story is sad, but because of the honest depiction of emotion. I have been that reader for Highway tonight. I should thank him.” Later that year, I had the chance to cry with laughter at a speech he gave at UBC, and, after drying my eyes, to thank him.

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