BIO

Geoff Cooper is the chain-smoking, coffee-swilling, shellfish-devouring writer whose website you’re currently reading. He’s a dog person, a book geek, a former mechanic, a firearm enthusiast, and is fond of the colon as a means of punctuation. He remembers ZIPS sneakers, Sugar Mamma candy, popcorn cooked on a stovetop, Goose Gossage pitching for the Yankees, and the last line in the movie “Chinatown,” but has trouble remembering his best friend’s phone number. He is writing this sentence just to break up the rhythm of the last 3. This one too. Dig?

Coop’s work has been published in anthologies such as Shivers, Bad News, 4x4, The Best of HorrorFind, and The Last Continent. He’s also appeared in newspapers, magazines, chapbooks and Internet webzines such as Gothic.Net. He doesn’t claim to have sold a hundred thousand stories to non-paying repositories. Instead, he bashes such people in his monthly column, “Screams From The Abyss,” in Jobs In Hell. He continues to do this despite Jobs In Hell winning the Bram StRoker Award. He’ll stop pissing people off with comments like the last two the same year that the Yankees win the World Series, the Jets win the Superbowl, and the Islanders win the Stanley Cup.

Coop’s idea of luxury involves a red dog, a comfy green couch, a chromed Harley, a blued .45, and lots and lots of books in a place where it doesn’t snow and where shellfish are easily had year-round and it’s legal to smoke. Space to have all the books on shelves would be cool, but is not essential. Fuckit—yes it is, we’re talking luxury, here.

Hate him for who he is before you love him for who he is not.

You can contact him here.