The Who?

Hi! Born in Cornwall, Canada, Jake moved to Savannah, Georgia for several years. There, he met a construction worker who helped him start his path as a writer. Afterwards, he traveled with some friends to Dayton, Ohio, where he learned the dizzying craftwork of the Beat Generation, particularly taking a liking to William S. Burroughs. While in Dayton, his ear's streets experienced his version of being home, once the sultry mind-distorting rhythms of John Zorn, Frank Zappa, and Tom Waits hit his ears.

But he couldn't live within the (expensive) art districts of Dayton any longer. Not knowing anybody else whom he could live with (not even an internet buddy, shucks), he decided to head back to Cornwall. But Canada tired him, so he made his way into Massena, N.Y. Roughly 10 minutes away, this provided him a place on the border, free to confuse the hell out of anybody who asks where he's from. Stalkers.

In his time, his infidelity to Bob Dylan, Richie Havens, Jack Kerouac, James Joyce, & Brian Wilson has caused his heart broken many times by women who couldn't understand his love for Ani Smith, Tori Amos, Charlotte Gainsbourg, Hunter S. Thompson's wife, Lori Kadriu, Shaye Bettine, Sam Peczek, and Julie Carr.

When not writing, Jake consumes the amount of coffee that, were he an alcoholic, he'd already be in his 7th year of AA with no end in sight. He argues that it helps with creativity, and challenges anybody that disagrees to a Chandelier Match, with Leonard Cohen and Jennifer Gentle playing in the background. 

Primarily an experimental prose-writer, he steadily practices traditional fiction & (the current definition of) poetry. Though not yet a formally (traditional) published author, his work can be seen at Writers' Bloc, The-Beat, Soundless (August '10), Sillymess, Heavy Hands Ink, Daily Love, ditch,, Asphodel Madness, Otoliths, amphibi.us, Seahorse Rodeo Review (Sep. '10), Ink, Sweat, & Tears, and he is highly esteemed to be included in the pages of Counterexample Poetics.

While proudly rejected thrice consecutive times by Word Riot, and ravishingly supported (but unacceptable) two times by Mobius, Jake would like to break third person and thank everybody that's accepted me into the world of their e-mags. It's a cold world outside, and sure to be, as Christmas comes 'round. Damn October. And I'm grateful to have been alive long enough to see such creative-orientated, freedom-minded presses rise up in the midst of a spiraling literature downfall. Chimes of Artists flashing, man.