On Being A Writer In The Writing World

  When I go to a literary event, I first have to gather my bearings to find a familiar face. I keep to myself most days and social media is my connection to networking and "being out there." I'm maybe 90% more introverted than extroverted in person, so seeing a familiar face in a crowd... Continue Reading →

There Is No Escape Out of Time Book Launch

Come help us celebrate our new titles and the warm weather! Jacqueline Valencia, There Is No Escape Out of Time (poetry) Michael Murray, A Van Full of Girls (short fiction) Dog the Moon, Stan Rogal (fiction) Thursday, July 7, 2016 6:30 PM The Supermarket Restaurant and Bar (Kensington Market) 268 Augusta Ave Toronto, ON https://www.facebook.com/events/1033169150113367/... Continue Reading →

July Update

There are few things on the go, but if I haven't posted on here yet, here you go: 1. My poem "The Climb" is up at The Week Shall Inherit The Verse. http://theweekshallinherittheverse.blogspot.ca/2015/06/jacqueline-valencia.html The poem is part of a larger lyrical project I've been working on whereupon I take some of my old poems and... Continue Reading →

Second verse, same as the first: a long run on The Ramones

"Now I wanna run away from home now I wanna be all alone now" I was playing with my toys in my parents' living room when I learned that John Lennon had been shot. In 1994, I was putting away records at Radio Erindale with friends when Metal Mike ran in and said, "Cobain's gone,... Continue Reading →

On the power of erotica and literal masturbation…

I have reviews in the queue to write and movies to finish watching, but it's Saturday. I'm lazy and procrastinating and it's what you do on day with nothing that's pressing on you to get done. I also blame this book for my dreamy state:   Tamara Faith Berger's Little Cat It's two of her... Continue Reading →

Some thoughts of handwriting Ulysses and now published at no press!

  On Getting Inside James Joyce's Head. James Joyce is a maddening writer to read. If you were to ask me why I love reading him though, part of that love is in the aggravation he causes with his writing. Typing A Portrait of the Artist As A Young Man was one thing, writing Ulysses by... Continue Reading →

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