This month's issue of the fantasy zine Aphelion is up, featuring my rather silly poem 'Industrial Action'. There's a link to the zine at the bottom of the page if you should feel like taking a look.
In the absence of anything approaching coherent sentences, some random thoughts:
Why does my spellchecker know fewer words than I do?
How do my cats always manage to appear when I'm making breakfast, no matter how asleep they appeared before?
Exactly how long should I wait on a reply to a job application before I write it off completely?
Why has my computer not been told that modern poetry normally doesn't capitalise each new line?
Why, on the days when I most feel like getting stuff done, is the rest of the world on a break, while on the days when I really want to take things easy, it's ready to work?
Why, having studied Latin but not French, is my Old French better than my Latin?