A new short short


Spartan was kind enough to include my micro-fiction story, “Whiteout,” in their fall issue. Here’s the link.

Book Review Fiction

A piece of micro-fiction, plus a new review

Cheap Pop published my short story, “Hood Ornament,” earlier this week. It takes about a minute to read, so please find the time to give it a look, especially if you’re a fan of James Dean, car crashes, and locks of hair. You can find it by clicking here.

Also, over at Numéro Cinq, I review Granma Nineteen and the Soviet’s Secret, a really fun novel from Angolan writer Ondjaki. If you were a child of the 1980s, seek out this book. It reads like an adventure film from my youth, as a group of kids band together to take down the Soviets who threaten their beachside village. Here’s a link.

Fiction Random

A new adventure


At AWP this past March, Atlas and Alice, a new lit mag, was born. My buddy Brendan Todt decided he wanted to create a journal that hosted work that existed at an intersection: unusual forms, blurred genres, basically work that didn’t fit into a standard definition. I was lucky enough to co-edit the fiction section with the talented Whitney Groves, and our very first issue is now available to read online. So please do check out what we have to offer.


A new old story


Cleaver Magazine just published my short story (with a long title) “The Long Green Stretch, The Tall Trees, The Clouds Shaped Like Stars.” I wrote this one about a year and a half ago, then just never did anything with it for about a year. I’m very grateful to Karen Rile, the magazine’s editor, for helping me through a few edits here and there.

As a taste, here’s the opening paragraph:

I’m not supposed to get calls after nine, but when the phone rang, my old man didn’t stop me from answering. He’d already removed his leg for the night—it stood upright on the cushion next to him—so he just stayed there and stared me down with these death eyes, these ass-kicker eyes, as if I’d planned the whole thing to interrupt his lame TV show, and he grunted while I walked over to the cordless and slunk into the kitchen.

You can read the rest, along with some other fantastic fiction and poetry, at Cleaver‘s website.