To Columbia, but the British one

I’m off to Vancouver soon, to do a couple of events.
Tell your Vancouver friends, if you got some.

First up, catch me doing a poetry set at Twisted Poets Literary Salon, on the 16th at the Britannia Library:

The event is also the launch of the anthology Sublime: Poems for Vanishing Ice.
It is a co-production of Pandora’s Collective and Word Vancouver, and my own set is funded by the Writers’ Union of Canada.

Speaking of Word Vancouver: I’m going to be one of the exhibitors at this annual book fair, at UBC Robson Square, on the 19th:

I’ll be selling and signing both of my novels, Hate Story and Performance Reviews.
Click here for the full list of exhibitors and their bios.

But wait. There’s more.

After I get home from B.C., I’m back at the annual Word on the Street festival, at David Pecaut Square downtown. Come by, say hi, buy a book.

More specific info on all of the above in the Events section.

Speaking of Toronto, here’s what our city looked like before most of you were even born.
Pierre Berton will guide you through the frivolities of the Ex. And most of the people you will see here are now dead. DEAD.

See you on the other side.