Monthly Archives: January 2011

“That other word sounds like ass,” Josh noted. “But I think you’re right to leave the choice to democracy.” An Untoward Magazine Featured Fiction.

“A door the size of the bath mat slid open under the glass window. Furman rose, shook himself, and trotted right through.” At Word Riot.

“Thank you for examining me so thoroughly at the Center for Connective Tissue Disorders last month, and for assuring me that the photograph you took of my tongue would be cropped so as to exclude any of my other distinguishing facial features.” An AGNI Online Exclusive.

“A woman on the ferry to Casablanca told us that in Cuba, no one eats cow but tourists and–Fidel. She did not say Fidel; she stopped short and caressed the air beneath her chin, up and down, where el Presidente’s beard would have been.” To read this one, pick up a copy of Post Road.

“My mother recalls her four ex-husbands in reverse order: the one who loved her because of her lupus, the one who left her because of her lupus, the one who was too interested in me, the one who wasn’t interested in me at all (‘That one was your daddy,’ my mother likes to say).” In Flash: The International Short-Short Story Magazine.

“Dan’s lump leaps; lumpety-bump it is on my breast.” Find it in PANK. 

“A thought comes to him: if he stands up and lifts the rug, he will find something precious underneath.” At the subversive online litmag Work.

Stories for the end of the world. On The Planet Formerly Known As Earth.

Mine will be apocryphal.