It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a spaceman in possession of a pushy mother, must be in want of a wife.
“How Lurlene Learned to Love Herself” Print
For years, this existed as a single line in my notebook: “Trailerpark clone story”
Midnight Plus Thirty” Print
Pushcart-nominated story of a worker B whose alarm clock sings him to sleep.
“Nothing Between the Stars” Print
The greatest poet in the galaxy meets his match.
“Sans Ants” Print
The picnic had been programmed to be perfect.
“The Honeymooners” Print
You can check out anytime you like, but they keep the tapes.
“A Feeble Gleam of Stars” Print
A cyberpunk police procedural with brain eating.
“ Grandma’s Redemption” Print
Sometimes to live your best life, you have to flee the old one.
"The Stars Don't Lie" Print
Where do you go to learn divination? Centaur University!
"The Which in Waiting" Print
If you could nap through the dark times, wouldn't you?
"Keep the Stakeholders Happy" Print
A modern vampire tale
Will he figure out how a man behaves or will he turn ... you know.
"The Ass Kicking" Print
Love (or a reasonable substitute) in the newsroom
"The Snow Job" Print
He never wanted to be a chip off the old block.