20!8: The Order of Athena vs The Orange Bastard is my favorite new novel (and not just because I was the editor)

It’s been a long time since I’ve posted anything here. My focus has been diverted elsewhere (mostly novels that haven’t gotten published), but now I’m back to tell everyone about my favorite book I’ve read in the last couple years

20!8: The Order of Athena vs The Orange Bastard is my favorite new novel (and not just because I was the editor)

It’s been a long time since I’ve posted anything here. My focus has been diverted elsewhere (mostly novels that haven’t gotten published), but now I’m back to tell everyone about my favorite book I’ve read in the last couple years

Bouncing Like Crazy

When I got out of the shower Jill had almost finished packing her things, which was amazing considering the fact that I hadn’t noticed her get started. If only she wasn’t such an efficient and dynamic person I might’ve noticed

Bouncing Like Crazy

When I got out of the shower Jill had almost finished packing her things, which was amazing considering the fact that I hadn’t noticed her get started. If only she wasn’t such an efficient and dynamic person I might’ve noticed

Bad Boys

*(originally published in the collection, Telling Lies And Disappointing People) In high school I had a girlfriend who’s house was always empty. Katie’s mom was a social worker who pretty much lived at the office, and her dad was getting

Bad Boys

*(originally published in the collection, Telling Lies And Disappointing People) In high school I had a girlfriend who’s house was always empty. Katie’s mom was a social worker who pretty much lived at the office, and her dad was getting

My Heart (may or may not go on)

*(originally published in the collection Telling Lies And Disappointing People) Yvette broke up with me soon after I sat her down and explained that I had a baboon’s heart and was incapable of experiencing strong emotion. She didn’t believe me,

My Heart (may or may not go on)

*(originally published in the collection Telling Lies And Disappointing People) Yvette broke up with me soon after I sat her down and explained that I had a baboon’s heart and was incapable of experiencing strong emotion. She didn’t believe me,

From The Wolves

*(originally published at Housefire Books) I thought we had an understanding, the raccoons and me. Not friendship necessarily, but a certain respect, born less from fear than mutual admiration. Hakuna Matata. But thanks to those treacherous creatures I recently learned

From The Wolves

*(originally published at Housefire Books) I thought we had an understanding, the raccoons and me. Not friendship necessarily, but a certain respect, born less from fear than mutual admiration. Hakuna Matata. But thanks to those treacherous creatures I recently learned

Don’t Call Me A Monster

Sometimes the smooth whisper of a jazz melody will drift through my open window as I sit at my desk smoking countless Robusta cigars. When the sound of the saxophone reaches my ears I’ll lean back in my human-skin throne

Don’t Call Me A Monster

Sometimes the smooth whisper of a jazz melody will drift through my open window as I sit at my desk smoking countless Robusta cigars. When the sound of the saxophone reaches my ears I’ll lean back in my human-skin throne

The Justin Paradox or Happy Summertime

*(originally published in Futro Magazine) I’m gripping the wheel of my fluorescent green Lamborghini so tight I feel my knuckles going white under these eel-skin driving gloves. I’m yoking all twelve cylinders, whipping the thing across busy lanes of traffic

The Justin Paradox or Happy Summertime

*(originally published in Futro Magazine) I’m gripping the wheel of my fluorescent green Lamborghini so tight I feel my knuckles going white under these eel-skin driving gloves. I’m yoking all twelve cylinders, whipping the thing across busy lanes of traffic

Soliloquies From The Heartland #2

I spent most of the morning eating oatmeal at the kitchen table until my buddy Ryan called me and said something that I don’t remember anymore. I knew I was supposed to go somewhere. I wasn’t really planning on going

Soliloquies From The Heartland #2

I spent most of the morning eating oatmeal at the kitchen table until my buddy Ryan called me and said something that I don’t remember anymore. I knew I was supposed to go somewhere. I wasn’t really planning on going