by Zach Beauvais | May 3, 2019 | Bio, Life
A friend of mine posted a photo: his bags, badly lit by soul-sucking strip lights of airports, train stations, and the night bus. It looks dreadful, and he’s jetlagged to shit, no doubt. He’s knackered, gone through customs, queues, ticketing and had eaten...
by Zach Beauvais | May 13, 2018 | Bio, Just type, Life
How I miss Ludlow. A brace of pheasants in the feather for less than a fiver – hanging from one of Ludlow’s five local butchers. Each dwelling in a building made by medieval tradesmen. Cobblestones, of course, usually damp, with overhanging late-medieval...
by Zach Beauvais | Jan 27, 2018 | Bio, Life
“So, this just swings over your jacket, and just hook this bit under your… where’s your tie?” The spindly man from Ede and Ravenscroft held some form of heavy, black wool cloth and cordage out to me. “I’m not wearing one. I don’t own one. Wait, do I need a tie to...
by Zach Beauvais | Jan 22, 2018 | Life, Narrative
Memory is a long-exposure photo. Things that move the least hold the best focus. Picture a room from your childhood home. Parts of it are so clear, you almost feel you could turn a corner and be there. Your fingers feel the texture of those curtains, and you notice...
by Zach Beauvais | May 24, 2017 | Bio, Life
Thing is, despite the many people, none gave me a second look. And, I’d never looked more guilty of breaking and entering in my life. “Ah, Zak!” I could hear the k in the way he said my name.”I forgot to put a microwave in your flat. You want...