Queer writer of weird things
This week, I have another flash fiction story published at CHEAP POP. It's called "Sixty-six" and it includes a few details from my early childhood in Yuma, Arizona, Star Wars cards, and petty theft. But it's fiction, so I take things to an unreal place. Every time he took some, Darryl headed straight down to …
I've been writing more flash fiction lately, like this piece, "The Monster Under My Bed," which has just been published at Pidgeonholes. Sometimes, these stories emerge all in one go, and the process still kind of mystifies me. Other times, they start as ponderous, bloaty things that I cut down and cut down until suddenly …
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More years ago than I care to count, I dated a boy who lived in a small town south of St. Louis, in Iron County. He was sweet but ultimately we were too far apart, geographically and otherwise. Most of the time, we spent our dates in St. Louis, but one weekend, I drove down …
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Midwestern Gothic has a three-round flash fiction contest ever summer, and this summer, against all odds, I won round 2. Entries for each round are based on a given photo prompt, and you can see round 2's prompt over there on the right. The resulting story, "Transport," came together pretty quickly, which surprised me. I've …
I got the nicest rejection letter recently. No, I’m totally serious. I wanted to write them back and say thank you; thank you for rejecting my work! Are they going to publish it? No. Did I win any sort of consolation prize (like, you know, money)? No. Is my name going to be on some …
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There's a story of mine, "You Ride the Bus," up and live now at The Citron Review for their spring issue, which features queer-themed writing: After a while you start to take note of the drivers you encounter. There's the one who drives very carefully when the bus is packed, and the one who drives …