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A Bad Day in Boat Repo

The newest (and last, unfortunately) issue of ThugLit, that bimonthly compendium of noir and hardboiled fiction, features my short story “A Bad Day in Boat Repo.” And that story features your daily recommended intake of snarky dialogue, explosions, and doomed characters. Available in Kindle and paperback, and includes eleven other stories from some damn great writers.

And available August 2, but ready for Kindle pre-order now: “Somebody’s Trying to Kill Me: 17 Noir Tales.” Some of these yarns have been published in Shotgun Honey, Thuglit, Crime Syndicate Magazine, Carrier Pigeon, and other magazines; the title novella, a murder mystery set in hipster Brooklyn, is all new. Paperback edition will be out in mid-August.

A Brutal Bunch of Heartbroken Saps

In the latest issue of Rust + Moth, a poem, “Cockatoo.” Based somewhat on true events.

Later this year, One Eye Press will also publish my noir novella, “A Brutal Bunch of Heartbroken Saps.” Here’s the plot rundown from their site:

Bill spent his whole life thinking he could stay one step ahead of trouble. His hustling skills on the streets of Brooklyn and Queens earned him a lot of money, respect from his fellow criminals, and the love of a woman known for breaking arms as well as hearts. But trouble got a little too close, and now Bill is on the run, pursued by an assassin with a penchant for sick jokes and Elvis tunes.  

Midway through his cross-country flight, Bill stops off in a small town, thinking he can rest for a few hours. Pausing for a beer, though, just gives trouble a chance to finally grab him by the neck. Waking up in chains after a hard knockout, his cash and gun stolen, he discovers some local folks who are even more brutal than the hoodlums he left behind in New York.      

Stripped of everything but his wits, Bill needs to figure out how to save his money and his life. Because if he fails, he’s headed back to the Big Apple… in a bag. 

Cover reveal, publication date, etc. all coming soon.


New Year’s Noir

In Issue 21 of Thuglit, my short story, “A Nice Pair of Guns.” Murder, mayhem, monkey masks, and rocket launchers, kicking off with this opening paragraph:

“We came home from the movies to find our front door kicked open, both floors ransacked, half the food in the fridge missing. My five-year-old daughter ran into her bedroom, screaming, to make sure her toys were safe. She loves her two Pink Princess dolls, which I won for her at the trick-shooting booth at the state fair. Her toys were safe, but when I went into my bedroom, I found that the frisky varmint had stolen my favorite playthings: a pair of AR-15s with very expensive scopes.”

Things just go downhill from there.

And in the newest (and first) issue of Crime Syndicate, my short story, “Dee The Friendly Grizzly’s Little Miracle.” I read an earlier version at November’s NYC Noir at the Bar, but this update features a new (and slightly more hopeful) ending for the sad-sack protagonist.

Nothing like starting the New Year with a little bit of crime and punishment…

Special Delivery

In Shotgun Honey, my short story “Special Delivery.” Breaking out of prison is one thing; breaking into one is quite another…

Available imminently: Issue Four of Satellite magazine, featuring my essay on the destruction of 5Pointz. Also includes a few photos by yours truly, of the graffiti mecca before it was transformed (in a cloud of dust and fury of construction) into yet another soulless condo…

On Dice Insights: Tales of Google’s unusual job-applications process, and why Facebook’s new M digital-assistant might freak out app developers…

‘Carrier Pigeon’ and The Valley

In the latest issue of CARRIER PIGEON: Illustrated Fiction and Fine Art (Vol. 4, Issue 2), my short story “The Coriolis Effect,” with illustrations by Craig Shannon:

“Backward one minute to Ricky Fitz placing that bullet on his outstretched tongue in a parody of Communion, making sure the girls hanging out their apartment windows could see his act of sacrilege, before spitting it into his palm, wiping it on his shirt, and loading it into the last empty chamber of the .38 revolver stolen from beneath his parents’ bed…”

Also of note, a poem, “Kingpins,” in the latest issue of Newtown Literary; and a short story, “The Valley,” in Cleaver Magazine Issue 10.  A little doom and gloom for summer…