Hello friends. I turned three stories into a pamphlet. Here it is as a PDF. I guess the nice thing about the pamphlet is that when you open it on your smart phone the text is at a readable size and you don’t have to zoom in or whatnot. I question whether these things should see the light of day in this particular form, but it was fun to make it, so whatevs—do with it what you will: Drunk / Samurai / Verner Herzog
P.S. Maybe worth mentioning that “Drunk” is new and not yet published, “Samurai” is a rewrite of “Good luck with the arseholes” and “Verner Herzog” is a slight variation on the story posted here.
Busy with work and life and the usual so must make this brief instead of ramblin’ like I want to (look, it’s probably for the better). Overland published my essay Stupid cultures last week. I worried it was little more than a word dump but some smart people have said nice things about it and it’s started a few conversations. S’about all you can ask for.
Big thanks to my good buddy Aashish Kaul for the feedback on the initial draft, my super sharp colleague at 3:AM Mark de Silva for his guidance and Jacinda Woodhead for the editorial work.
My short story Vanitas is in issue ten of Birds Piled Loosely.
Hope you like. Thx to BPL.
Visual Verse does this thing where on the first day of every month they post an image. They then ask for responses to the image – either poetry or prose, up to 500 words, written in an hour.
Way back in March of 2014 I wrote What the Sheep Thinks of the Sky in response to that month’s image – a drawing of a pile of dead birds. Wrote it while on a trip to Melbourne, in the reading room of the State Library of Victoria. It was a memorable writing experience (not sure I can say that about many writing experiences…); there’s something cleansing and invigorating about the process – of working with a time limit, and a word limit, and walking away from it once you’ve hit “Submit”.
Anyway, on a warm night at the start of this month, I wrote Good Luck with the Arseholes while sitting by the balcony, door pulled right open.
My reading year in review, in which I lament this awful year, is up now at 3:AM.
I’ll be burning thigh bones for the rest of December in the hope of an improved 2017.
My short piece Two Memories has been published in issue two of RIC Journal.
Two memories which I hope it makes sense to pull together. Took some time to get the tenses right – or if not right then at least more correct. Memory, it seems to me, is experienced in the present, even when the lived experience was long ago, and even though there is another present, the now, in the memory’s future, that also needs to be accounted for.
With thanks to Saudamini.
My review of Night in the Sun, the second short story collection by US writer Kyle Coma-Thompson, has been published at Full Stop.
I first read Coma-Thompson in The White Review. His story ‘Spite & Malice’ was the last or second to last piece in the issue and I almost skipped it because I subscribe to Borges’s belief that you don’t need to have a read all of a thing to have read a thing (I’m misinterpreting him as an excuse for my laziness). The story blew me away and I made a mental note to read more by this writer. In a curious twist of fate (as far as curious twists of fate go in an age when impressions of surprise and delight at short stories are expressed on social media), Coma-Thompson emailed me a few days later asking if I wanted to read the collection that ‘Spite & Malice’ was from. See the review for my thoughts.
Big thanks to Jesse for editorial guidance and giving it a home.