Well, I wrote a chapbook. It's called My House But Not My House. It's fifteen poems about dreams, obsolete tech, the Apocalypse, and other shit. I know for a fact that the first printing sold out, but you can still order it from Cactus Press, the mightiest little independent press in Montreal. Best of all, it'll only set you back ten bucks.

This is still so wild to me. If you've even so much as glanced at my poetry in the past, thank you, thank you, thank you.

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