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Livejournal, I'm still alive! I've moved though. Now at: https://dominikparisien.wordpress.com

I'll be editing a new anthology soon, and I wanted a dedicated space for the guidelines, information, etc. Plus, I think I prefer the interface at Wordpress. I do, however, keep reading LJ posts from friends on a fairly regular basis, so you might see me comment here and there.
Poems published this year:
“Let me show you you” in Stone Telling 9
“The Theatre Golems” in Mythic Delirium 28
“Smoking, the Old Sergeant Remembers 30 Mins Past Ceasefire” in Shock Totem 7
“When he fell” in Ideomancer
“I Am Learning to Forget” in Strange Horizons (fundraiser bonus issue)
“The Bone-Built World” in Not One of Us
“My Child Has Winter in His Bones” in Tesseracts 17, edited by Colleen Anderson and Steve Vernon
“Sand Bags” in Strange Horizons

Reprints:
“Since Breaking Through the Ice” in Imaginarium 2013: The Best Canadian Speculative Writing, edited by Sandra Kasturi and Samantha Beiko
“Penny” in Imaginarium 2013: The Best Canadian Speculative Writing, edited by Sandra Kasturi and Samantha Beiko

My favourite books of 2013, in no particular order:
North American Lake Monsters, by Nathan Ballingrud
A Stranger in Olondria, by Sofia Samatar
Wonderbook, by Jeff VanderMeer (with contributions by Jeremy Zerfoss and about a gazillion other people)
Clockwork Phoenix, edited by Mike Allen
The Sex Lives of Monsters, by Helen Marshall

2013 was a good year for my editing. I became the poetry editor for Postscripts to Darkness. I assisted Ann and Jeff VanderMeer with various anthologies, one of which was published in November by Head of Zeus in the UK: The Time Traveller’s Almanac. I also edited Mike Allen’s wonderful poetry omnibus, Hungry Constellations, which will appear in 2014.

One of the milestones for 2013 was my acceptance into the Creative Book Publishing post graduate program at Humber College in Toronto. Classes start in late April. I’m very excited for it.


2013 also proved difficult due to the loss of loved ones: my last two grandparents passed away - my grandmother Cecile Joanisse in September and my grandfather Jean-Guy Parisien in January. My good friend Denise Rager also passed away in September. Denise’s funeral in particular was a strange, sobering experience. Here’s what I wrote about it on Facebook:

Denise was 82 years old. I met her through Les Petits frères des pauvres, a charity for the elderly without family. The ceremony itself almost felt like the funeral scene from The Great Gatsby - the only people in attendance were the priest and I. When I delivered Denise's eulogy, it was to her urn alone. It was a very sobering experience. I knew, of course, that the elderly at the charity didn’t have families, but it never struck me before just *how* alone some of them truly are.


Finally, in September Mari and I welcomed into our home Oasis, our purebred Siberian cat. I’ve always liked cats, but my allergies prevented me from ever owning one (or being owned by one, as it sometimes feels). Siberians are hypoallergenic, so allergies aren’t a problem with Oasis. Apparently I’m a cat person. I’m more pleased with that than I would have expected.

And with that, goodbye, 2013 and hello 2014.

Oct. 1st, 2013

There is so much awesome up at Strange Horizons right now. Take a look at some of these fine offerings:

Rose Lemberg’s short story Teffeu: A Book from the Library at Taarona.

Shweta Narayan’s poem Tatakai

Bryan Thao Worra’s poem Full Metal Hanuman.

Bodhisattva Chattopadhyay’s article Recentering Science Fiction and the Fantastic: What would a non-Anglocentric understanding of science fiction and fantasy look like?

The poetry podcast for the bonus issue is also up, and the amazing Ciro Faienza reads my poem I Am Learning to Forget. The podcast also has Ciro and fellow reader and all-around awesome person Julia Rios discussing podcasting with Anaea Lay.

Meet Oasis

Full name St. Thomas Rêve D'Oasis LeBreton-Parisien (long, I know). He`s a three month old purebreed Siberian, from the breeder St. Thomas. Seeing as his litter letter was R we named his Rêve D'Oasis, but we just call him Oasis.                                                                                                                  Serious_kitteh

Sep. 10th, 2013

Still in Rockland with my family until tomorrow. It was a busy weekend. First, we celebrated my birthday on Friday (it was Thursday, but I was working late). Saturday was Mari and I's first wedding anniversary, so we went to Old Chelsea in Gatineau Park for supper at our favourite restaurant, L'Orée du bois, where we hadn't been since moving to Montreal, and we stayed at a lovely little B&B. Sunday was a day at the spa, again for our anniversary. Monday night we celebrated my father's birthday. There are several more birthdays to come later this month, including my godmother’s and my sister’s. There wasn’t much to do in December/January apparently.

On Friday night my poem “I Am Learning to Forget”, which I’d read at the Mythic Poetry Reading at Readercon, went live at Strange Horizons as the first part of a bonus issue for their annual fund drive. I’ve donated to the fund drive, and if you haven’t already, you should consider doing so too; they’re a wonderfully diverse, Hugo-nominated magazine for fiction, poetry and criticism, and they rely on donations to pay pro rates to their writers.

Sep. 3rd, 2013

I started working for Chapters almost a month ago. There's something supremely satisfying about reorganizing mixed books. Seriously. It stimulates a little part of my brain that I always thought rather disorganized (though, admittedly, it was always a little neurotic when it came to books). And I'm loving the discussions with customers and employees; I get to recommend books to people who actively WANT recommendations, and who know their stuff. I like the store layout, too. Hours are a little hectic, but that's what I signed up for: gimme whathever you got, basically.

Readercon was amazing. Easily my best con experience, not that I've had all that many. The panels were interesting, the readings I attended were great, but it was the company that really did it for me: rooming with friends Caitlyn Paxson, wirewalking and csecooney meant there was never a dull moment. We had numerous other folks stopping by our room on a fairly regular basis - awesome folks, all. There were so many people I got to talk with – I’d mention them, but I have no doubt I’ll forget a few - and in most cases we didn't get to chat nearly enough. I hung out quite a bit at the Chizine table, too; those folks are just awesome. My local beers were apparently a hit – everyone who tried them seemed to like them, as far as I can tell. I could go on and on about this con and the people, but Claire has written a great con report here. One thing I need to mention: I had no idea sovay sang, and when she did my jaw dropped and her performance blew me away. Seriously. The Variety Show in general was a pleasant surprise: this is one hell of a talented community. Well, multi-talented, since I already knew about their writing prowess. Also, I finally got to see C.S.E. Cooney perform “The Sea King’s Second Bride”. Again, jaw drop.

I was at the Mythic Poetry reading, where I read two new poems: “The Bone-Built World”, which recently sold to Not One of Us, and “I am learning to forget”, one of my personal favourites. There were a LOT of poets there, and it was a tremendous pleasure to read alongside them. I was fortunate enough to be sitting beside ajodasso, and we got to exchange a few words about the poems after they were read (mostly things like “wow” and “damn”).

Leaving was hard. I know people always talk about post-con letdowns, but I’d never really experienced it. At World Fantasy I got to meet many of the above-mentioned folks for the first time. This time I got to hang out with them as friends, and, well, saying goodbye always sucks, especially to friends. Montreal is just too far from… well, everyone else, I guess. But that’s probably everyone’s feeling anyway, wherever they live. VISIT, FOLKS!

I picked up quite a few books while there.          IMG_1565                                                        
Westlake Soul by Rio Youers, The Inner City by Karen Heuler, North American Lake Monsters by Nathan Ballingrud, A Stranger in Olondria by Sofia Samatar, Salsa Nocturna by Daniel José Older (who greatly impressed me at all his readings), Imaginarium 2013: The Best Canadian Speculative Writing, The Journey to Kailash and The Black Fire Concerto by Mike Allen, and issues 33 and 34 of Black Static. Quite an awesome haul.

It has to be said, while I’m excited about all these books, Imaginarium 2013: The Best Canadian Speculative Writing is particularly special because, well, it’s my contributor’s copy, and I’m stupidly happy to be in that book (twice!). Also, LOOK AT THAT DAMN COVER.                                                            IMG_1566

Finally, one last non-Readercon thing to report: My poem “Train in my veins” has been accepted by Rose Lemberg and Shweta Narayan for Stone Telling’s Body issue. From the list of confirmed contributors (that I know of) it looks to be an amazing issue: Sofia Samatar, Ada Hoffman, C.S.E. Cooney.

Where I apparently show my Canadianness?

Two exciting (for me, anyway) announcements on the poetry front.

First, two of my poems are being reprinted in Imaginarium 2013: The Best Canadian Speculative Writing –  a personal favourite of mine, Penny, written for my sister Sophie, and Since Breaking Through the Ice. Special thanks to Samantha Henderson and F.J. Bergmann for first publishing the poems. I also have honourable mentions for A Mask is Not a Face, In His Eighty-Second Year, and My Dead Hands Lover, I'm Leaving You. The book is published by the awesome folks at Chizine Publications and the editors are Sandra Kasturi and Samantha Beiko. The cover is another great piece by Erik Mohr and the ToC is especially exciting for me: it features a number of folks I read on a regular basis, such as Gemma Files, Helen Marshall, Michael Kelly, and Amal El-Mohtar, amongst many other talented writers.

Next, I can finally announce that my poem “My Child has Winter in his Bones” will appear in Tesseracts 17: Speculating Canada from Coast to Coast to Coast (Edge Books). Tesseracts has always been a Canadian series, but this one is special (and not because it features my poem): Tesseracts has occasionally been criticized for featuring a disproportionate amount of Ontarian and Quebecois writers and editors (especially Ontarian), which is perhaps unsurprising as those are the most densely populated provinces. The editors for this volume, Steve Vernon and Colleen Anderson, from Nova Scotia and British Columbia respectively, were brought in in part with the intent to provide alternate editorial perspectives. In the end, it seems the anthology will feature writers and poets from all the provinces and territories, with the unfortunate exception of Nunavut. I’m quite pleased with this diversity, though I do recognize the irony that I am myself a Franco-Ontarian living in Quebec.

Mar. 9th, 2013

I love this weather - still chilly, but unmistakably spring. Earlier tonight I went for a walk in the park – the snow is at that perfect stage where it crunches satisfyingly under your boots, and when you drag your feet the little shards make the sound a rain stick makes. All the puddles are also covered in a thin sheet of ice, which I can’t help but break. I had my thermos with me for my walk, and a man sitting at a bench asked if there was booze in it, and if I could spare some, please? He looked disappointed when I told him it was genmaicha tea, and refused when I offered him a drink.

A few weeks ago Mari and I went for our honeymoon in Cuba. Our trip coincided with Valentine’s Day, which is also when Mari and I met seven years ago, so needless to say it was a pretty damn special trip for us. It was also the first time either of us travelled down south. Unforgettable is definitely the word for the trip: I lost my wedding ring snorkelling on our second full day there. Mari and I, along with several other people, searched for the ring for close to an hour, to no avail. When asked about it, Mari claims we offered the ring in tribute to the ocean. I expect that at some point in the distant future someone will find my precious and re-enact that scene from Lord of the Rings where they find the One Ring...

In other news the latest issue of Stone Telling is live, with a great feature on JT Stewart. My poem “Let me show you you”, inspired by Aliette de Bodard, opens the regular poetry section. There is also a new issue of Goblin Fruit out, and it is very fine indeed. Finally, my first published poem “In His Eighty-Second Year”, which appeared in the queer issue of Stone Telling, has been nominated for the Rhysling Award.

Other than that, I am busy with readings for the Time Traveler’s Almanac, which in addition to being published by Head of Zeus in the UK, has been picked up by Tor for North American distribution.

2012 poetry recs

Following up on Rose Lemberg’s invitation to the speculative poetry community, here are four poems I especially liked in 2012:  

Snowbound in Hamadan – Sofia Samatar
Stone Telling 8

Dead Air for the River Stones – Erik Amundsen
Not One of Us 48

The Three Immigrations – Rose Lemberg
Strange Horizons

The Ghosts of Birds - Helen Marshall
Phantom Drift 2

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