Daniel f. Bradley is the author of several books of poems including T=I=D=Y Language (Outland 2008), The Amazing Phobic Subway Phantasmagoria (tapt 2008), A Boy's First Book of Chlamydia - which includes the poem from which BookThug Press takes its name (BookThug 2005), and Before The Golden Dawn By David UU  (curvd h&z 2005).

He also has produced numerous volumes of visual poetry including Return To The Valley Of The Chrome Plated Megaphone (Produce Press 2008) and Maybe You Could Please Return My City Now (Live Matter 2007).

He has written and published in the Toronto small press scene for the last 20 plus years and remains an uncompromising spanner in the works of local litterati agendas. Recently, his magazine, fhole concluded a run of 15 issues in 4 years.

Other recent projects have included acting on the board of governors of the Blackflies Language Experiments and the notorious lit crit e-list BILE. He had been interviewed for Open Letter on the Toronto Small Press explosion in the 1980s and also for an independent film on the mysterious graffiti artist known as P.Cob.

He lives in Toronto with his girlfriend and their child. Rumblings can be monitored at fhole blogspot. 

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can see the light come around here do not imitate london bridge or any form of architectural structure we heard they were worried about it coming down

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T=I=D=Y LANGUAGE

by

Daniel f. Bradley

Outlands eight / Letters Bookshop 2008

available from Apollinaire's Bookshoppe