Northern Frights Festival 2016


On October 22nd, the second annual Northern Frights Festival was held at the Sudbury Theater Center. I had the privilege of being one of the judges, along with Pierre Dubuc, founder of Graphic-Con Sudbury. The lineup consisted of short films ranging from one-minute horrors to others approaching the twenty minute mark. They were all incredibly eclectic; a real melding pot of unique voices and visions.

As far as I know some of them can be found online. The lineup and winners are listed on the event’s website. If you’re into horror I recommend checking them out. You’re in for a few hours of entertainment.

I’m eager to see where this festival goes in the future. The attendance is growing every year, and submissions have been pouring in from around the globe. Genre entertainment doesn’t get the attention it deserves here in Sudbury, but the festival’s founder, filmmaker David Briggs, is starting to mend that gap. Hopefully we can make this city a little scarier, but in a good way. I’m not talking about how shitty the roads are, or the fact that people here make noise complaints if someone farts too loudly after eleven o’clock. I’m talking the FUN kind of horror.

Sudbury has a decayed majesty perfectly suited for the production and dissemination of horror films, so let’s welcome events like Northern Frights with open arms. They’re the perfect deterrent for the impending insanity that comes with living in Northern Ontario.

New Non-Fiction: Orgy of Cannibalism in the Nickle City!



Here’s another little something just in time for Halloween. My piece “Orgy of Cannibalism in the Nickle City” is featured in the latest issue of Anyone, an arts and culture zine based out of my hometown of Sudbury, Ontario. Check it out, it has some truly great stories and perspectives on the city.

My piece details the wild creation of Canada’s first zombie film, Corpse Eaters. It was a blast to research and write. I had the opportunity to speak to several individuals involved and pretend like I was a journalist who knew what he was doing. I hope you enjoy! And if you’re interested, the film can be found on YouTube or purchased by following this link.

Have a happy Halloween! And don’t follow my example by drinking enough pumpkin liquor to give you alcohol poisoning. If blood is more your thing, remember you can only safely drink a Gatorade bottle full before Mole People show up and juice you like a lemon. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Check out the zine here!

New Story: THE ANDROGYNE in Splatterpunk’s Not Dead Anthology


My first anthology publication is now available. SPLATTERPUNK’S NOT DEAD, the first paperback collection published by Splatterpunk Zine, is a gorgeous volume filled with some of the best horror writers in the field. Included in its pages are original works by Shane McKenzie, Adam Cesare, Robert Essig, Nat Robinson, Jeff Strand, Mike Dickinson, Paul Shrimpton, and with an introduction by Deadite Press founder, Jeff Burk. The amazing cover art was done by Dan Henk. Needless to say, I’m very honoured to share their company.

My contribution is a body horror, breakup story called THE ANDROGYNE. I wrote it as an assignment for one of John Skipp’s classes on LitReactor. I’d been sitting on the idea for years, having first thought of it during the terminal period of one of my longterm relationships. But it was a little too close to home, so I shied away from it until I had to come up with something for Skipp’s class. It was one of those rare stories that poured out of me with little effort. I won’t be cheesy and say it was a cathartic experience, but it did prove I could write what I knew while still telling a story that’s totally bonkers and fucked up. You can pick up a copy by visiting the links below!

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New Story: REBOUND in Dark Moon Digest #23



INFOMERCIAL VOICE-OVER: Are you bored with conventional intimacy? Well, look no further than your very own bowels. The tapeworm living there, feasting on your body’s nutrients, is eager to show you some love.

So it goes in my new short story published in Dark Moon Digest #23. I’m extremely excited to have my work in this magazine. It’s one of the best the horror genre has to offer.

REBOUND is the first story I wrote after deciding to give professional writing a shot, and the only one so far that made the audience laugh at a public reading. I’m used to pale faces and shocked silence, so it was a nice change of pace. Check it out!

You can buy a copy here:

The Beast (1975) Review

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Let me preface this review by saying that I’m a huge fan of erotic horror. If done properly, these films have the potential to offer the viewer an engaging transgressive experience, by providing commentary on the nature of sexuality and our darker human impulses.

Sex and horror have always gone hand in hand. Take any slasher movie as an example. You have a teenage couple banging bareback by the lake, when suddenly the killer jumps out of nowhere and drives a machete through their writhing, naked bodies. This is a well-known and exhausted trope, and as much as I enjoy a good slasher movie, it isn’t often that you find one that has something insightful or interesting to say about sexuality, other than: DON’T DO IT, OR JASON WILL MURDER YOUR ASS! The truth is, it’s difficult to combine these elements into an effective whole. One of the reasons for this is that erotic horror straddles that fine line between art and exploitation. It’s a central figure in that long-running and tired argument between trash and art.

David Cronenberg’s Shivers (1975) is a fine example of this. The Baron of Blood’s debut feature doubles as a campy drive-in flick and an intelligent satire on the struggle between middle class propriety and the primal urges inherent in human nature. In other words, like most of these types of movies, it’s dripping with Freudian overtones.

Frank Henenlotter’s Bad Biology (2008) is another example of an erotic horror film that dances between total exploitative trash and art. Some people consider this movie nothing more than an overlong penis joke, but I think it’s genius. I won’t get into it here, but it’s definitely worth a watch if you’re a fan of horror comedies. It’s incredibly schlocky and offensive, but at its core it has a lot to say about female sexuality.

Possession (1981) by Andrezej Zulawski is an example of a pure art-house erotic horror. Superficially, it’s the story of a woman who has an affair with a cephalopod-like creature of unknown origin, but underneath, it’s a heart-wrenching and soul-sucking tale of a crumbling marriage.

Walerian Borowcyk’s The Beast falls somewhere between the vulgarity of Bad Biology and the artful intention of Possession. The reason for this is obvious when you consider the director’s resume. He is known to be both an unmitigated artistic genius and a pornographer. For instance, he wrote and directed the fifth installment of the long-running Emmanuel franchise. He is also well known for his smutty anthology Immoral Tales (1974), of which the dream sequences in The Beast were originally a part, until the director decided to include them in their own film.

The Beast opens, very effectively, with an explicit scene of horses fucking. The camera is unflinching as the snorting, restless beast thrusts its member into its mate’s pulsating vagina. This scene sets the tone for the rest of the film and introduces the theme of animal impulse that will drive the story forward.

The film is set in France and opens with the Marquis de Pierre de l’Esperance (Guy Tréjan). He is an aristocratic bore, rotting away in his estate as his fortune fails him. Then, one day, an opportunity presents itself in the form of a marriage. Lucy Broadhurst (Lisbeth Hummel), the daughter of a wealthy English businessman, is betrothed— according to the conditions of her father’s will—to the Marquis’s son, Mathurin (Pierre Benedetti). The only thing is, Mathurin isn’t Catholic, nor is he intelligent or particularly handsome. So, in an effort to secure the Broadhurst fortune, the Marquis shaves his son’s beard and performs a hasty Baptism. When Lucy finally arrives to meet the family of her betrothed, she becomes obsessed with the estate’s unique history of hedonism and bestiality. But, most importantly, she develops a fascination for the family’s ancestor, Romilda (Sirpa Lane), who was said to have encountered a legendary beast that roamed the estate many years ago, when people still wore perukes. Romilda and the beast later become the subjects of Lucy’s erotic dreams. The film veers back and forth between reality and dream, until the two meld together in a strange, not-entirely unexpected way by the film’s conclusion.

The biggest problem with The Beast, in my opinion, is the pacing. There’s a lot of navel gazing for the first forty-five minutes or so, and we have to wait some time before meeting the heroine, Lucy. Also, the beast itself, when revealed, is pretty disappointing. Remember Gmork, the evil wolf from The Neverending Story? Yeah, the beast looks like he could be his dopey, younger brother. The film would have benefited from not showing us the beast in all its X-rated Muppet glory. A glimpse of its claws, or sable pelt would have been enough. However, as it is, it’s unconvincing and downright hilarious. But maybe that was Borowcyk’s intention. The film is, after all, a black comedy. Well, at least partly. It pokes fun at the heavily repressed aristocratic family, and at the church’s hypocrisy. And while it is an erotic horror film, like most films within this genre, it is not sexually stimulating. The horror elements counteract the titillating ones, and what we end up with is a depiction of sexuality as something unnatural and disturbing.

At its core, The Beast is a satire on sex and repression. The thesis of the film can be summed up in the following exchange. In the first minutes of the film, the Marquis is sitting at his desk with the priest whom he summoned to oversee Mathurin’s baptism. The priest, in a tone of religious condescension, says, “We, frail humans, we are like animals, we suffer the lows of nature. Alas!” The Marquis then replies, more to convince himself perhaps than the priest, “Happily, we have this intelligence, this heavenly gift, which enables us to fight our instincts.” The rest of the film works very hard to contradict this statement by demonstrating the vulnerability of these aristocrats to their most animalistic impulses.

The Beast speaks for most erotic horror films, in that they seem to share a similar theme: the notion that darkness or repressed sexuality is forever lurking under a thin veneer of civility. The thought that we aren’t as enlightened as we like to think we are is what makes these films so essential and interesting.

Despite its flaws, The Beast still remains an effective piece of filmmaking. It’s not for everyone, obviously, owing to it’s pornographic content, but where the erotic horror subgenre is concerned it’s one of the best. So, in the end, I do recommend this film if you don’t mind watching a werewolf ejaculating on a woman’s breasts…

It’s on Netflix, so go check it out, but leave your parents and first date out of it.



After a lot of procrastination, the website is finally up. Thank you for checking it out. Here you will find all the news about my upcoming work. So far, I have two publishing credits to my name, with more on the way in the winter.

My short story “Fuck Shock” was published in Jack Bantry’s Splatterpunk Zine, featuring amazing testicle shrivelling art by Nick Gucker.


I also have a poem about pig people (shudder) called “The Kingdom of Swine”, in Infernal Ink Magazine.

I’m currently working on a body horror novella, and a short film (think Cronenberg meets Stephen Sayadian of Cafe Flesh fame). Hopefully I will have more news regarding these projects soon.

Now, a little about myself: I’m a short, neurotic, French Canadian guy from Northern Ontario, with a fondness for horror literature and cult films. I have a degree in English Literature from Laurentian University. When I graduated, which wasn’t very long ago, I decided to focus exclusively on my writing. I began by taking an online course through LitReactor with John Skipp. I’m telling you now, if ever you get the chance to sign up for one of his classes DO IT! He’s a boundless source of energy and inspiration. He started me on the path I’m on now, and I could never thank him enough.

So that about covers it. Before I go, however, I want to give a special shout out to Melissa Cormier for the amazing banner art on the website, and Terri Scherzinger for taking my author photo. Many thanks, ladies.

If you have any questions or want to chat, you can always contact me at, or add me on Facebook.

Thanks, everyone