This is an essay about Vancouver, about hockey, and about the hardest trophy to win in professional sports. It’s Canada Day, which seems just right to release my first book. It’s about hockey. The Cup is the essay I wrote longhand during the third period of game seven of the Stanley Cup Finals and then posted here the next day. The piece different now–longer, better, but familiar. I couldn’t be there to write on the walls of my broken city after the riots. I wrote this instead.

I’ve made zines before, and pamphlets and street art and posted God knows how many words on the internet. With Cameron House Press, and a little help from Lulu, I’m trying something new. I always say I don’t know where what I write belongs. I don’t see my style and structure being published out there in the world. Except by the indie presses. So I started an indie press. I hope you read this, and enjoy it, and pass it along to those you think might do the same. I hope The Cup makes your Canada Day a little more Canadian, wherever you may be.