NEW STORY ON THE FOGHORN!

Read about Knut’s MURDEROUS RELATIVES!!

http://thefoghornmagazine.com/fact-spindler-5.php

FOGHORN Returns!

The Foghorn Magazine has returned!

And it comes bearing a new article by.... wait for it...

ME!!

If you want to read the sort of bloody curdling tales my darling mother reveals, read CHEERFULLY MORBID at the Foghorn Magazine. 

I guarantee you'll be shocked and amazed at what people in Crookston, MN in the 1950s got up to!

Another Foghorn Event!!

Read the Amazing True Story “NPR at Lucha Libre”

A Thundering Fevered Rollercoaster Ride of a Short Story Combining

ACTION!

DRAMA!

NATIONAL PUBLIC RADIO!

WRESTLING!

ANGST!

HEART BREAK!

GORDITAS!

Smile with quiet amusement as you read “NPR at Lucha Libre!!!!”

Another Triumph of Publishing!

My new (not very) epic poem is up at The Foghorn Magazine, your source for both Amusement and Diversion!

Feel the heat of the summer day!

Experience a roll of quarters in your pocket!

Thirst for the cool stickiness of cherry Slurpees!

Consume yourself with the love of Rampage!

Feel the sweat as you anxiously await the fate of our young heroes!

WILL THEY GET TO 7-11 ALIVE?!

Read Song of the Suburbs to find out!

(an almost completely true story)

In additional news, Summer Block, editor, webmaster, and hostess with the mostess at The Foghorn informs me that my Whalebone Courtship story received the most hits last month! You can find it in the "Classics" section.

Thank you, everyone, for reading my inane rambling about dead sea mammals! You rock!

I Ate Gravlaks and All I Got Was This Lousy Botulism!

Extra! Extra!

See my new essay on the wonders/horrors of Norwegian fish recipes now at the exciting new humor magazine, The Foghorn!

To, uh, wet your appetite here are some photos of the fishy (and I do mean fishy) delicacies described! Now a quiz: how many items pictured can potentially kill you?

Magnum PI sonnet

So I was joking around a while ago that I would write a Magnum PI sonnet, after my Lucha Libre haiku series. Even I thought I was kidding. Then I did it. Wow, I am lame :)
Here goes!

Sonnet 8pm CBS

O Magnum, I require only your PI
To measure the circumference of my heart,
Which at 8 pm breathes a gentle sigh
When your tropical adventures now start.
Hawaiian shirts lush with fruits and flowers;
The short shorts shorter than receding tide
The chest hair has rum’s alluring powers,
Mustache like coconut husk cast aside.
There are those, fair Magnum, who doubt your claim.
Who is Robin to grant you all these rights?
What’s with fey Higgins and his flirty game?
Homoerotic themes can plague the nights.
In the Ferrari, all my qualms withdrew,
The bar, a babe, a beer—hijinks ensue!



This is now up at The Foghorn!

http://www.thefoghornmagazine.com/fiction-spindler-2.php