In the latest issue of Crime Syndicate Magazine, my short story, “Stickup.” Gentrification-fueled shotgun mayhem, available in Kindle and paperback. Stick around for eight other great crime stories.
Up at 7×7.la: “Soul in the Shell,” a poetry/photography collaboration between yours truly and Trey Wright. Glittering madness in suburbia.
And over at Out of the Gutter Online, a bit of crime-related flash fiction: “Next Week: Tennis Lessons.” A woman’s decision to have an affair goes bloodily (and hilariously) wrong.
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.
Recently on Shotgun Honey: “Whoops,” a flash-fiction story. Come for the SWAT raid, stay for the punchline.
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…