Vallum Magazine, out of Montreal, has published one of my poems in its issue on Magic! This is my first time being published in a professionally paying journal — and what a journal it is! That cover art is damn fantastic. You can subscribe to Vallum, preview the journal, or get a digital copy here.
Tag Archives: James Stevenson
Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! To celebrate, why not buy your special someone an eBook of sexy haiku, featuring one of my very own 17 syllable creations? It’s only $3, and I get a share of the royalties of the sales! Pretty nifty. Continue reading
Yes, hipsteens. They’re certainly not old enough to grasp the true self-irony of hipsterism, but they’re dressed for the part: Star Wars comic book t-shirts, converses, plaid, thick rimmed glasses, and non-stop chatter about indie bands (worn on their sleeves – in the form of concert buttons). Add a 45 minute line-up for t-shirts (because they’re too young to buy alcohol), and you have Said the Whale’s concert at Vancouver’s Vogue Theatre on May 3rd. Continue reading
Wake Up and Say Goodbye (2008) had not been out for very long when David Usher announced on Facebook, the most trusted of media outlets, that he was going to start working on an acoustic album. “I like acoustic albums!” thousands of his Facebook friends agreed. He even created a space on his website for fans to vote on songs they’d like to hear reworked acoustically. My vote is not on the album—but, in all fairness to David, I suggested a song from his Moist days…and in greater fairness: who the hell am I to decide?
The Mile End Sessions, named after his neighbourhood in Montreal, still does well even without my input. Continue reading
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.