I met Michael shortly after moving to Nova Scotia. He was also a musician, and quite a successful one, having played in the bands Wintersleep and Holy Fuck during their heydays. Both of us had become critical of the music industry and turned to books for refuge. Both of us had moved to the middle of nowhere and committed ourselves to writing. Our nowheres happened to be next to one another.
Every weekend last winter there was a snow storm, and every weekend, Mike came over with a bottle of whiskey. We sat at my kitchen table watching it snow upside-down and sideways while editing the collection of poems he had written throughout his years of travel to Iraklio, Greece. We both wished we were there. After a few months of shovelling we had finished a book.
Michael and I were introduced by our friend Marshall Feit. The three of us had been talking about the need for a local publishing co-op. We decided to start one called Folly House. Our first book is Iraklio Poems.
We’ve also published a collection of lyrics from my first four albums, and hope to publish many more works from authors too unknown, strange, or uncompromising to be considered most anywhere else.
Iraklio Poems is available to purchase at folly.house.
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