“In The Space Of Nine Lives,” Asimov’s Science Fiction Magazine, January 2006, p. 24

Excerpt: The ship’s cat slipped Tom’s grip and ran up the curving floor toward the galley.  As he stalked her, young Tom felt less sure of himself.  He could talk it over with Pilot, but Pilot was in sim and not to be bothered unless it was an emergency.  Was a dare an emergency?  Only … Continue reading “In The Space Of Nine Lives,” Asimov’s Science Fiction Magazine, January 2006, p. 24

“French Twist,” WordWrights!, No. 20, Nov. – Dec. 2000, Argonne Hotel Press

Short story - "Best Of Issue" award Excerpt: During the week the courtyard across the street was used as a children’s playpen between the hours of 11 AM and 2 PM.  On those very hot and sunny Paris days in early June the noise was almost as unbearable as the heat of the old city, … Continue reading “French Twist,” WordWrights!, No. 20, Nov. – Dec. 2000, Argonne Hotel Press

“It Could Be Worse,” Great Writers, Great Stories: Great Writers from MD, VA, and DC, Anthology

Short Story - excerpt You are mashing your naked, chapped lips together while standing in front of the elevators at your god-forsaken job, fingering the lipstick in your pocket that you wished you had put on in the car, and now have to wait until you get to the ladies lounge.  The carpal tunnel in … Continue reading “It Could Be Worse,” Great Writers, Great Stories: Great Writers from MD, VA, and DC, Anthology

“Greyhound,” Gargoyle Magazine, June 1998, #41, p. 201

Short Story - excerpt A disemboweled newspaper blew in cold gusts down a urine stained sidewalk outside the City Bus Terminal, keeping company with leaves and chasing fragments of itself that hadn’t caught on dirty iron railings or public trash receptacles.  Wrinkled pages blew by revolving doors, dodged by the human effluent bathed in yellowed … Continue reading “Greyhound,” Gargoyle Magazine, June 1998, #41, p. 201

“Tag,” The Baltimore Review, Volume 1, Number 2, Summer 1997 Issue

Short Story - excerpt My cousins’ farm stretched out behind us, my grandmother’s summer cottage was tucked under a stand of trees that erupted beside a tidal drainage ditch, a ditch that emptied into our broad Creek, then into the Choptank River and the Chesapeake Bay.  A cicada year they said, but it was too … Continue reading “Tag,” The Baltimore Review, Volume 1, Number 2, Summer 1997 Issue