You may not have seen much in the way
of wordsmithing from me recently (assuming
anyone was looking), but that doesn’t mean I've been sat on my
backside drinking beer and watching sports, well not all the time
anyway.
In fact I've got a foaming six pack of
stories that will be cracking open this summer. They're an eclectic
bunch, some happy, some sad and some downright dangerous to know.
First of all much Kudos is due to Chris
Rhatigan for his excellent site, All Due Respect. I'm
honored
to say that my story
Ties that Bind will be featured in
Issue #32, which is due out in August
The first of two blasts of white hot
flash fiction comes to you from the kings of the short stuff, Shotgun
Honey. Those first class guys have my story
Drinks at Romero's
locked and loaded.
Now online
The second number comes in the form of
A Red Headed Woman. This
ballad of badness will grace the hallowed pages of flash fiction now
hosted at Out of the Gutter. Big thanks to Joe Clifford for wading
through my goat-fuck-formatting.
Now online
The July edition of of Hobo Camp Review
contains my short story about a Texas drifter who finds his anchor in
Spare Parts. This one is unusual for me mainly because nobody
dies horribly. Really you could read it to your Grandma, or somebody
else’s Grandma, it's entirely up to you.
Now online
Issue #4 of the excellent Downer
Magazine (I really dig this 'zine) will feature the battle for hearts
and minds in small town USA recited in my short story
Nebraska.
More surprises, this one has some social stones.
Now online
Issue #6 of The Stone
Hobo
Magazine, (two
Hobos are always better than
one, unless they start fighting over
bindles)
has the crackle of
Dry Lightning, a
story of new beginnings at the end of a long, hot Arizona
summer. I had to draw deep on experience here, living in the UK again
means that summer is now just a distant memory.
Adding a little something extra to
this cocktail of delights is the rumour that the old Mystery Dawg is
cranking things up again over at Powder Burn Flash. I've got one of my Vegas
stories
Candy's Room in the starting line up for the next game
to be played there, so fingers crossed for a home win.
Okay, I know, that's seven not six, but
who ever heard of a seven shooter? I'll be sure to tip you the nod when
they go live, and if you can find it in your heart to
humor
this delinquent pen monkey (who now owns three toasters, but still
has no matching socks) and check one or two of them out. I'd sure
appreciate it.
May your beers always be cold ones and
the gods of gratitude copulate in your greenhouses, or something some old Greek guy
said.