So here’s what words I have (or will have) available to fans of science fiction and fantasy.
Forthcoming
“Mercury’s Ice”, Martian, The Magazine of Science Fiction Drabbles. Subscribe!
2021
“Crossed Paws”, Shoreline of Infinity 22 (May 7, 2021). Buy the issue!
Maisie dreamed. I scooted down onto the floor next to my dog, stroked her chin. She slid awake, flicked her ears, stretched her neck against my palm, cross-pawed her front legs.
“You and me both,” I whispered.
Maisie opened an eye, snorted, licked her lips, and went to sleep.
Listen to Crossed Paws on Shoreline of Infinity’s Soundwave podcast.
“Entries From My Grandmother’s Diary Pertaining to My Father’s Early Inflammation” (co-authored with my late grandmother), Abyss & Apex (Issue #78, April 1, 2021). Support Abyss & Apex.
August 11, 1938:
Robbie stopped sweating hair crispy
pills not working Dr. Geber says. will have to initiate thermogenesis. no soda acid pills for 2 days
“Just a perfect story” — Sam Tomaino in SFRevu
“The Golden Rays of the Morning Sun“, Abyss & Apex (Issue #77, January 1, 2021). Support Abyss & Apex.
A blue-violet flash. And sparks, streams of sparks; immersing me in all-the-colors-of-the-rainbow sparks. A dull rumble punches through the helmet’s attenuators. I’m weightless, floating…and stupidly lucid. Weightless, not space weightless, but arcing through the air until the hard stop at the end weightless. Cartwheeling. Angry. Furious.
2020
“Memento Amicum”, Cossmass Infinities (Issue #3, September 1, 2020). Buy the issue.
He stepped around to the front of the headstone and waited. The mementa screen opaqued, masking the splendidly etched-in-granite rendition of Ellanora Hawks. A moment later her mementa’s well-worn but equally splendid visage resolved on the screen.
Reviewed and recommended in Rich Horton Reviews Short Fiction, LOCUS May 15, 2021
Haiku, Scifaikuest [print edition] (August 2020)
“Glory Whales“, Cosmic Roots and Eldritch Shores (August 23, 2020) — Subscribe to CR&ES
I squinted past the reflected comet dazzle on her visor. Yep, a smile that outshone Mars, this blazing comet, and the incandescent golden jewel of the sun. A smile that’s taken me from one end of the solar system to the other.
Listed in Karen Burnham’s Recommended Reading, LOCUS 12/3/20
Haiku, Frozen Wavelets (Issue #3, Spring 2020). Full issue.
2019
Haiku, Frozen Wavelets (Issue #1, Fall 2019). Full issue.
“The Crystal Zyst: A Eula Banks, State Certified Zeitle Engineer, Story“, Cosmic Roots and Eldritch Shores (31 July 2019) — Subscribe to CRES
“…we’re gonna have to wing it. There’s experts for this with high-Z equipment, but the nearest is two states away. We gotta make do with what we got…” Eula took a breath, “…because we ain’t got time to wait on them.”
“Impending Karma Strike“, Amazing Stories (Issue #3, Spring 2019)
It was wrong that assholes got to buy off their bad karma, but money and science found a way. When the inevitable accidents happened, his teams dealt with it.
2018
“A Multitude of Sparks Descend“, Galaxy’s Edge (Issue #35, November 2018) — Buy the print issue at Amazon.
Where are you? I trace ringing photons, syncopated cosmic ray beats, attenuated quaverings of taut space-time chords.
“The Memory of a Memory“, Syntax & Salt (2018 Issue #3, 22 September 2018)
I crack time. Part the seam, step into gray-green gloom. I wait as eyes adjust, hear the seam flutter closed. Bookshelves line the corridor, extend into the past.
“Requires Replenishment“, Martian, the Magazine of Science Fiction Drabbles (20 August 2018)
Dead alien in trunk.
“Shattered Hand“, Beneath Ceaseless Skies (Issue #258, 16 August 2018) — Buy the issue.
Long shadows skittered before us, cast by a newly risen sun. Kayta and I loped across burnt desert; tracked the wind-eroded dusty treads of uncounted pilgrims, Covenant youth, warriors. Evaded what few sentries patrolled the perimeter. Empty sky, empty land, no one, nothing to see. A banned land. Minimally guarded—uncovenanted entry is death.
“The Consequential Effects of Practiced Penmanship“, Abyss & Apex (Issue #66, 1 April 2018)
Time cracks and uhrbuchs rustle. I look up from a half-penciled illustration.
