Friend A is from Poland. You met when he briefly studied in your university. He has blond hair, too long to be due to negligence, too short to be tied back.
“Friend Templates” was just published by the lovely people at Idle Ink. It is an odd little story about how two friends sometimes occupy the same space in your life. You can read it for free over here.
I sit in a bunker
When a nicotine cackle sounds in my ear:
“Why so glum, boy?” he asks, and I sigh.
My first poem is out in Spectral Realms No. 13, edited by S.T. Joshi. I can best describe “The Song of Calamity Joe” as a mildly horrifying post-apocalyptic “Under the Sea”. I don't normally write poems so this is a rare treat.
Cars rumbled out on the street. Somewhere, a truck was backing up with a slow and steady beep. In the distance, someone shouted. The bustle of the city was too much. It drowned things out. She couldn’t hear at all.
“She Went out for Milk One Morning and Only Came back the Previous Day”, my wordily-titled story about romance and disregard for physics, has found a new home at the excellent Tall Tale TV podcast. You can listen to it for free over here.
You’ve probably walked past me on the street many times. I go out for a stroll every day, and never get bored. I’ve been around for a while – and I’ve learned to get enjoyment out of the simplest things.
The second issue of The Weird and Whatnot is fresh off the metaphorical press. It contains “Making Faces at a Baby on the Bus”, a story about minding your own damn business.
You can get a digital copy over here. They made an excellent illustration for my story, which warmed the cockles of my heart right up.
I’ve been travelling around Belgium, and their cycling culture is a thing of absurd beauty.
There’s cycle lanes everywhere, sometimes as busy as their car counterparts. On a one-way road for cars there’s often two cycle lanes on each side. Bicycle parking spots are always busy and resemble a tubular metallic haystack. Good luck finding your own bike in there.