Bibliography
May 11th, 2006- Black Doe - The Pagan Anthology of Short Fiction: 13 Prize-Winning Tales, forthcoming
- The Luckiest Street in Georgia - Realms of Fantasy, forthcoming
- What President Polk Said - Phantom, forthcoming
- Death Follows Us to Restaurants - Lone Star Stories, forthcoming
- Christmas Wedding - Warrior Wisewoman, forthcoming
- Disarm - Abyss & Apex, 2008
- The Girl Next Door - Sybil’s Garage, 2008
- Pointing at the Moon - COSMOS, 2007
- Scar Stories - Bandersnatch, 2007
- Godivy - Paper Cities, 2007
- Something Wicked This Way Plumbs - Shimmer, 2007
Candy streamed out of the faucet like the entrails of a slaughtered piñata.
- Kill Me - Helix, 2007
Because it’s not every day you experience death. Only every three months.
- Dinner Made Willing - The Town Drunk, 2007
Hi, and welcome to Sessumian Consensual Chef, the cooking show for spiritual purists!
- Galatea - Heliotrope, 2007
The problem is that I’ve been here long enough to start dying. I lost two fingers last week. They fell off while I was sleeping. I found them next to my pillow in the morning, and put them in a shoebox with my big toe.
- Civilization - Glorifying Terrorism, 2007
How nice for you, that you look so good in jackboots and a uniform! Your secret police are so dangerous that they’re sexy. They kick the enemies of the State in the street, like Rockettes in steel-toed boots.
- Blank Sexzra - Trabuco Road, 2006
Blank Sexzra is a superhero with a cape no one can see.
- Lydia’s Body - Clarkesworld, 2006
The girl leaned against the door each morning, in the single room that had become her new home–her prison. She repeated to herself, in case she forgot: My name is Amanda Barnes. I’m twenty-six years old. I was born in 1980. I don’t belong here.
- Keybones - ChiZine, 2006
Her skeleton is a series of keys tied together with string. She has two hundred and six keys–large femur keys for locking dungeon cells, and tiny stirrup keys that were made for Victorian lockets.
- Nine Thousand Four Hundred Ninety-Four Days - Abyss & Apex, 2006
Where is justice? Where is justice in nine thousand four hundred ninety-four days?
- Through the Cooking Glass - Raven Electrick, 2006
The gingerbread people constructed more elaborate homes, each fancier than the last, with peppermint wheels and lemon drop decor.
- Buddha’s Happy Family Jewels - Vestal Review, 2005
Jackie says, “Chinese food is supposed to mix together on the plate.” I know him as Dave but he says he is Jackie.
- She Called Me Baby - Strange Horizons, 2005
My mother’s face looms in front of me, just as I last saw her, in court: dark-eyed, angular, a femme-fatale beauty. It’s the face I was heading towards, when I left ten years ago–the face that I have tattooed, scarred, and reshaped until it’s mine.
- Sharksheep Suit - Lenox Avenue, 2004
I been raising sharksheep since I was a kid, but I never made a suit before.
We come in peace / We mean no harm / Put down your weapons / We’ll save you, save you. It’s the song inside me—the song every writer knows he has, and just can’t find when he looks for it.
Her name is Maranda, and she’s running naked across my snow-covered yard.
Emotion crept into my voice. “I want to meet the Om. I want to know what they look like, and how they think. Are they like us, or unimaginably different? I want to know.”
We pick up the shards and cut each other, glass on skin, liquid with liquid, hoping to cut through to the bone and beyond.
But his photocopier is special. She’s the mother of his first hundred duplicates, and only one of them is smudged. She’s good for breeding and he likes that about her.