I Wasn't Listening

Last night was the kick-off of my self-published chapbook titled "I Wasn't Listening." It's comprised of poems and thoughts that were mostly rediscovered within my university notebooks. Clearly, instead of writing and doodling, I should have been listening.
There is, however, another element to it. The chapbook essentially incorporates both the dark and depressive side of my writing with the comedic well-humoured side, forming a sort of bitter-sweet all new product.

Thus far, reviews have gone unheard.

Currently, the only way to get your hands on this chapbook is by contacting me directly, or by stealing the lone copy that sits on a bookshelf within Fine Grind in downtown St. Catharines. In the future, however, there will likely be readings where at said chapbook will be for sale at the price of your so-...$3.