I pretend to be a multitude: writer, actor, editor, fart connoisseur, English professor, stand-up comedian, hiker, hubbub, daddoo, expert gum chewer, Oxford comma user, and good dog companion.
There are four books out there in the world with my name on them. A fifth, The Pain Itself, is set to appear from LA’s Insert Blanc Press later this year. My work has been anthologized in North America and the UK, has been published in a dozen or so chapbooks, and occasionally finds itself lucky enough to appear in literary magazines. My main oomph as a writer is to play around with language and forms, usually in ways that end up hurting readers.
I studied acting at the Second Circle Studio and AMAW in Vancouver. Finding work as an actor proves rare and difficult in my rural world——I feel wickedly blessed by every role I’ve have the chance to play, especially Stephen in the indie feature film, Nuptials. When I’m seriously hankering for some stage, I’ll hit the closest open mic about an hour away in Kelowna, where I won the inaugural Comedy Bloodsport Championship.
From 2012-2018, I was the managing editor of Kalamalka Press, a small publishing house based in Vernon, British Columbia, that produces limited-edition poetry and prose chapbooks. My bff, Jake Kennedy, and I edited guest issues of dandelion and Open Letter, while I run our teeth, a micro-press of weird word-objects. You can find these and my various nefarious other doings under the allonym Metrophobia Syndicated over on Patreon.
By day, I conduct essay demolition and creative wording at Okanagan College. By night, I write and sometimes even sleep on Splatsin traditional territories in BC, Canada, with my lovely-love, Laurel, two small creatures of entropy incarnate, and a mob of wild things.