An ex-slave turned high bureaucrat and her long-lost childhood friend, a hard-drinking waitress/disillusioned meteorologist with hidden powers—one must choose between immortal power and the future of our world as the boundaries between dimensions begin to crumble, while the other desperately ignores dark visions of this world in ruins as she watches a blackening sky and … Continue reading More Publishing News! WEATHERBONE is now available on Amazon.
Do you like John Carpenter’s horror/sci-fi classic film, “The Thing?” Do you like chickens? Chances are you will also get a kick out of my short story, included in this bizarre anthology. “The Thing with Chickens” stars my old nemeses Buddy and Tootie Frootie, plus my childhood friends Sandy and Noodle. And a cute little … Continue reading Publishing News! Breaking Bizarro Anthology from Death’s Head Press
On a clear day, the basement flooded. We had no sump pump. “I’ll siphon it,” Uncle Ernie said, grabbing a hose. He stuck one end through the hopper and the other into his mouth. Ma said, “That hose has been lying in the garden all summer. No telling what might’ve crawled inside.” Ernie’s eyes widened. … Continue reading A Drabble: Uncle Ernie
I was part of a team sent to represent the Lincoln chapter of PFLAG at a national convention in Arkansas. The convention was at a church, in a town where much of the industry that had kept it alive had dried up, leaving whole blocks deserted and streets in disrepair. The church was also a … Continue reading Hunters Become the Prey
Original Pub: Plains Song Review Volume VII 2005 A sun pillar in the middle of June. I-80 whispers underneath and a pine wind slips in through your half-open window, racing round inside my Toyota, trying to escape again, scattering the haze of sun-drenched vinyl and old Doritos. And, straight ahead, that improbable, fugitive monument to … Continue reading Sterling
Original Pub: Paradigm Journal: The Jackson Issue Winter 2009 On John Reily's first day at the new school in rural Nebraska, Mrs. Clarkson stood him before the third grade class and introduced him to the silent room. When she asked him to tell the class where he was from, John said, "I'm from Colorahdo." His … Continue reading John’s Germs
Do you want me to hold your hand? I asked her. No. I can do it by myself. The hole was just wide enough for two to lie side by side. When she was comfortable, she looked up at the blue rectangle of sky for the last time. See you tomorrow, she said.