Saskatchewan. Somewhere west of Swift Current. Trans-Canada highway, hitching east. Early June. Late afternoon. Cloudless. Been walking, past dusty grain elevators and double-X railway crossings. And then behind a green awning, a white picket cafe. The screen door bell jingles, and heads turn. It’s full. Farm folk. Set my backpack at the door, take a counter stool. Coffee and cherry pie and water, please. A man takes the stool beside. Where’re you from? Where’re you going? How’re the rides? Then I see it. He has an earring too. Good luck, and then it’s the road again.
That was good pie.
Mark is a traveller who writes, a writer who runs, a runner who drinks, and a drinker who loves movies. On rare occasions, he is all five.
From Vancouver, Canada and a teacher by training, he's lived and taught in his native Canada, Japan and the UAE.
His first book, Crescent Moon Over Laos, was published in 2014. He is working on other ideas that may or may not evolve into a second book, as well as a collection of short stories.
He lives in Vancouver with his long time partner and their three cats.