I was born in 1988, in Toronto. These days I live alone in an ornate kitchen in Berlin. For stories from my life, check the non-fiction section in the archive. The poems are also mostly personal.
I read ravenously. I love visionary and intense writing full of vivid imagery. I want hi-fi clarity—sentences like shaped bowls anyone can drink the meaning from—married to hallucination.
Probably the authors I’m most influenced by are David Foster Wallace, Mircea Cartarescu, and Alan Moore, but my tastes have also been shaped by works from Cormac McCarthy, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, William Blake, Attila Bartis, James Agee, Svetlana Alexievich, Nelson Algren, Thomas Bernhard, Roberto Bolano, Wayne C. Booth, Jorge Luis Borges, Franz Kafka, Charles Bukowski, Peter Handke, Angela Carter, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Thomas de Quincey, Stephen Dobyns, Vladimir Mayakovsky, T.S. Eliot, William Gaddis, Allen Ginsberg, Witold Gombrowicz, Harold Pinter, Shintaro Kago, Laszlo Krasnahorkai, Silvina Ocampo, Comte de Lautreamont, Clarice Lispector, Henry Miller, Antonio Moresco, Robert Musil, Octavio Paz, Oliver Sacks, Thomas Metzinger, Stig Saeterbakken, Bruno Schulz, David Shields, Nathanael West, Patrick White, Jim Woodring, Virginia Woolf, Philip K. Dick, and John Cassavetes, among others.
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