Short Stories
Use the following links to view a sampling of the short stories I have published over the years.
Making It Up
We all do these things, these perfect, futile things, we’re trying to make a cut in a petrified landscape…
Never Take A Hostage You're Not Willing To Shoot
Scott and Dan shared no values concerning what mattered most: poetry, monogamy, straight guys…
Father and Son and Holy Ghost
I’ll come right to the point, since we have so little precious time left: I hate you with a passion. I want…
When Customs Were Different
In hope the air up high might prove more pure, some climbed eighty-seven stories. They shattered the…
Not This Time
Not this time. Swear to God. This time, every glorious, evil, caustic, cantankerous curse I’d ever longed to utter would spill from my lips in a venomous and malignant and withering froth. Every repressed urge. Every petty resentment.
Cold or Holy Water
By design, I date a drunk. He passes out by eleven. I wriggle from his dead-weight arm and dress in loose-fitting jeans slung low on my hips and a tourniquet-tight T-shirt that shows a strip of flesh above the belt.