Originally, this was supposed to be the first room to be cleaned and renovated...oh well. But after three months of all of my virtual books in virtual boxes, and links to my writing thrown helter-skelter into the mix, I finally have a brand new room, lined with high, dark bookcases crammed with the accumulated stores of twenty years of book worship. And look! Now I even have some greenery! Bonsai's are sooo cool...

(Sigh)

It just makes tingly, is all.

So stop standing nervously in the doorway and make yourself at home. Those deep leather chairs were meant to be sat in, you know. Feel free to browse in the bookshelves and rifle through my desk...there should be something to interest you in the midst of this ordered chaos.

My Work

Journalism (ha!)

I've been too busy to write much this year, but I still have ties to University of Toronto's oldest paper, The Varsity, mainly because one of my best friends has been re-elected to the position of Associate Review Editor. (Yes, you guessed it, it's that wild and crazy woman, Alleen the Pumpkin Queen!) Your best bet is to do a search for my name, because the archives are trapped behind a morass of frames. Bastards.
As long as we're discussing journalism, I might as well gloat once more that it was due to my Review ties at the Varsity that I was able to meet the Alternative Rock Goddess Incarnate (i.e. Johnette Napolitano) last November. The link points to a series of elated messages which I contributed to the Concrete Blonde Home Page. Warning! Only of interest to fans! I'm telling you now...
Here we have a complete transcript of my 30 minutes or so with 3/4 of the Talking Heads. Coo-el, indeed.
It is also the Varsity that gave me Poppy Z. Brite's home phone number, thus leading to this mind-blowing interview that took place on Ferguson House's unofficial Goth Day. Coincidence?
Swing's back, kids. Find out what Big Bad Voodoo Daddy had to say about "Light of Day" & Alleen's gray top hat.

Poems

"pretty daisies", my crazy poem written just after I went yammering insane.
"Frosting", a poem about well...y'know. Loss. Love. Bitterness. (The usual).
"revolutionary", a poem written in the incredibly creative atmosphere of a sheet-metal company. No joke.
"First Reconcilliation". Um, there's not much to say about it...it's about waking up early one morning and realizing that you can have sex without having sex...in fact, you may have already had it, and not known at the time...if that makes any sense.
"You'll never catch me in the Chelsea Hotel". This poem is more of a spoken word piece than a proper poem. For those who keep track of such things, it was written just before I fell asleep, and was inspired by Leonard Cohen's poem "Chelsea Hotel," which you should all go out & read right now!
"Unrequited". This poem is about unrequited love. So what else is new?
"Bathsheba", a poem I recently discovered in the margins of my Modern Art History notes. And I also discovered that if I rewrote the last 2 lines, it wasn't a bad poem. Not at all...
"Dream #1", about, well, a dream I had in which I went home to visit my baby brothers. No, not my brother as a baby, but new ones. Weird, huh?
"Love Song (from God to the Devil", rather ameteur-ish vampire poetry that I wrote once upon a time, from la Theatre des Vampires web page (where it is more thematically relevant, of course) This poem is also featured in the Bite Me Cafe. Who woulda thought?

Lyrics

Here's a change of pace! "collar" (subtitled "i listen to too much nine inch nails"), original song lyrics. Does it count as poetry if there's no music? Damn...

Another set of original song lyrics, "Parlor Trick" was written last summer. The first part can be sung to a Tea Party song...no, you have to figure out which one on your own.

More song lyrics - Mad Scientist. This song was written a long time ago at the bequest of the Reverend Jack Dick Davis, but as his page seems to be permanently down, I thought I'd rescue this little girl.

Prose

Like nachos? Like Starsky & Hutch? Too bad, because this is an unpublished article about feminism. I wrote this for the Strand (a campus paper), but I was too lazy to submit it. College kid cliché, that's me...

Work (mostly Poetry) By Others in my Life

Please go read this untitled poem written by Little Spider (back when her alias was Maharet and we all worshipped Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles). It embodies everything good about the vampire lifestyle: submission, power, sex, seduction, divinity, beauty & brutal simplicity. Go read it anyway.
A poem of repentance written by Gustavo when we were on speaking terms (the first time...)
Don't think an anchovy can write poetry? How wrong you are. This is my darling Dave's poetry page, now with a catchy little number he wrote to cheer me up. Yes, my friends are aware that I am a depressed loony, and they write good stuff about it.
Trotski has finally put up some of his own fine artsy English major poetry for your perusal. Much more beat than me, I promise -- and he's a professional now, to boot.
An account of our excursion to the 5th annual Poet Inebriate Night, written by my neighbor and fellow poet Trotski. Although we didn't actually get called up to read or anything, we claimed a moral victory.
Do you want to know how to be a rock star? Well, Alleen's gonna tell you how. link temporarily withheld, as Alleen has taken down her page. I will find some way of getting the material back up...it's too good to lose!
OK! OK! Leonard Cohen isn't technically in my life. But where else do you want me to put the clash between him & IBM VoicePad, I'd like to know?

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