Anton Cancre’s mother wasn’t really pregnant with them when she went to see The Exorcist, but they tell people that anyways because it sounds cool. Their poetry collections, Meaningless Cycles in a Vicious Glass Prison and This Story Doesn’t End the Way We Want All The Time as well as their nonfiction book about Silent Hill, Nightmares of Blood and Flesh, are available from Dragon’s Roost Press. They’re also a luddite who still has a blogspot website (antoncancre.blogspot.com). Pronouns: Any/All/Just Not Late For Dinner