If you’re in or around Toronto tomorrow, come see a man fall apart in front of a room of strangers when I read at outrageous.
Tuesday April 28
The Central (603 Markham)
My patron saint JC Bouchard was kind enough to get me the booking and to host me for a few days while I eat too much, buy new kicks and inch toward finishing The Dream Songs. According to the copyright info on his site he’s only existed 2011-2015, so we should all salute this precocious young man on his fine words and snappy dressing.
In other news, I’ve got a micro thing in the latest edition of matchbook, a tiny fiction mag out of Buffalo. Take literally a minute to read their selection of “Google ad fiction” here.
JM’s JaM: Fucked Up – Queen of Hearts