Short Stories
Maybe you’re someone who used to read my endless stream of non-fiction, especially my LGBT columns and essays, or found me through my book Bi America. More likely you have no idea what I’m talking about. Regardless, the point is that after building a body of work writing non-fiction, I’ve largely given it up in favor of writing literary fiction. I’ve written A LOT of short stories. A giant steaming pile of short stories. I can’t post then all here, unfortunately, because , believe it or not, this counts as “published” to most literary magazines. However, here are two stories that have been already been published:
FortyOunceBachelors Volume 1, Issue 7, December 2011
At 6:00 AM I went to the park across from the courthouse to wait and see what work would come in. Already the usual people had gathered, and by 7:30 there was quite a crowd. It was a dusty morning. Not good, since, being after Memorial Day, we all wore white tuxedos…
34th Parallel Issue 16, Fall 2011
The man stands on the corner, against the red brick wall of the once-department store. As I leave my job at Foot Locker, it’s hard not to notice him, his body reminiscent of a Charles Addams cartoon, hunched, and porcine, cloaked in a black wool, ankle-length coat with a fur collar; his round face, high cheekbones, bug eyes, he is a spitting image of Peter Lorre—uncanny, really. He wears…
Clare Literary Journal, Volume 12, Fall 2011
He put a quarter in the machine just as he’s put quarters in machines much like this one for over three decades. The coin hits the bottom of the empty cash box and responds appropriately, to spec, lights turning on, translite fireworks on the backbox arching and flashing and making recorded explosion sounds for exactly six seconds. Looking good. He checks his clipboard, …
