Bibliography

So here’s what words I have (or will have) available to fans of science fiction and fantasy.

Forthcoming

“Mandatory Donation,” Martian, The Magazine of Science Fiction Drabbles. (January 30, 2023)

“The Gardener of Ceres”, Galaxy’s Edge. (TBD)

“The Golden Rays of the Morning Sun” (reprint), Bullet Points. (TBD)

“For An Additional Charge”, “Void Fossil”, “Esprit des Lames”, Dark Stars: Sci-Fi Horror Drabbles. (TBD)

2022

“Tell Me Your Story”, Planetside Science Fiction Drabbles. (November 18, 2022)

One sun-seared ball of iron, one seething world wrapped in CO2 and sulfuric acid…

“Fight Me“, Martian, The Magazine of Science Fiction Drabbles. (October 31, 2022)

Static crackling around the multiverse portal stood my hair on end.

“Mr. Giz“, Stupefying Stores (October 13, 2022)

Three hundred pounds of robot plunked down, shaking the house.

“How Do You Erase A Blank?”, Stranged Writing: A Literary Taxonomy (October 11, 2022)

“That’s not…not…” I trailed off, eliciting a smirk.

“Reenactment“, penumbric speculative fiction mag. (October 10, 2022)

“They’ll keep killing you until you stay dead.”

“This Tattered, Marooned Sentinel“, Martian, The Magazine of Science Fiction Drabbles. (September 9, 2022)

I had a hunch: “Overlay Earth’s position on my HUD.”

“So much goodness is packed into this drabble.” — Maria Haskins, My Sci-Fi, Fantasy & Horror Short Fiction Roundup – Sept/Oct 2022

“Fencepost“/”Tree“, Worlds of Possibilities Patreon/Anthology. (August 11, 2022)

“A tree,” I muttered, “is not a fencepost.”

Worlds of Possibility podcast (October 7, 2022) presenting “Fencepost,” “Tree,” and Lena Ng’s “A Saturday Out”

“…a pair of lovely micro-fictions…” — It’s a Jumble, Short fiction recs! July and August 2022

“Taken together, the very short stories act as a lovely connective force” — Charles Payseur Reviews Short Fiction, Locus, November 20, 2022.

“Daffodil Ghosts“, Sylvia. (July 17, 2022)

My wife’s life-worn face lights up.

“Robot Coal“, Martian, The Magazine of Science Fiction Drabbles. (July 8, 2022)

The iron jaw grates as it fashions a broken grin.

“Metallurgist”, Wyrms: An Anthology of Dragon Drabbles. (July 1, 2022)

The goggled and besmocked dragon metallurgist…

“You’re safe.” Green skin, three hands–a hemsi medic.

“The Paleoneirologist’s Dreams“, Tree and Stone. (March 4, 2022).

Dreams persist in the bones.

The minister leaps, then the groom. The wedding party plummets after them…

2021

Within Kandinsky Crater I stand upon dusty ice. Above me cold stars endure, oblivious to love, to loss, to despair.

“Crossed Paws”, Shoreline of Infinity 22 (May 2021). Buy the digital issue! Reprinted in Shoreline of Infinity 23 (June 2021). Buy it in print or digital!

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.

“…heavy with tired grief, and beautifully done!” — Charles Payseur, Quick Sip Reviews 6/25/2021

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)

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.

“…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.