I printed a new zine back in January. It's got ten poems in it and it was meant to be a sort of lite version of a longer zine which would include the same poems and a new story. But life is moving quickly and I'd rather put out something completely new next time, so it looks like this little book is the definitive version of Fits. Tim told me it was good. My friend Kaylin told me that it made her cry, which is one of the best compliments I've ever gotten.
For my Edmonton kids, I think it's still in stock in the 780 distro's vending machine at Transcend Garneau. If you can't make it all the way up north, I'd be so happy to mail you a book or email you a file.
ETA: If the vending machine eats your money, as it did my friend Carmyn's money, please go ask one of the lovely baristas to open the machine for you. They have a key.
In other news, I have a poem about bread that's going to be printed on some coffee sleeves sometime during the next few months, and another poem about sex and winter included in Forty Below: Volume 2, an anthology of Edmonton writers on Edmonton winters, which should come out in November. Local projects for the win. I'm so excited to be part of all of this.