COLSON WHITEHEAD SAYS DO THE WORK

Uncle Heshie said his inventions came from seeing something in his mind’s eye and then delivering it to the world. That was art – manifesting your idea in the world, If it were enough to have the idea, all those white boys Zippo went to art school with – who talked and talked but never […]

2025: New Year meditations, and recommendations

I am a sucker for anything decent post-apocalypsish and endish of the world, and this liminal time as we approach two-faced Janus, looking forwards and back, is as good a time (as good an excuse) to recommend entertainment in this line. I have just finished watching Earth Abides, based on the novel by George R […]

Grooming my Grandfather

This story of mine was based on many years of a very similar dream. I would visit my mother’s father as he sat on a chair on a concrete slab in the backyard of his home. It was a yard I knew well from my childhood. Though he was dead and would not speak, he […]

Blur

My story Blur falls into the category of “I really like this story that I wrote”*. Perhaps you might like it as well. It has moths, corporate nastiness, self-help, redemption, recovery, a lot of weirdness, bowel motions, and more moths. If you did not read it in the cooly-named anthology ProleSCARYet, perhaps you would like […]

My Wonder book of Snails and Slugs

My latest publication, My Wonder Book of Snails and Slugs, is available for your free reading pleasure (?) in the new edition of Penumbric. I think of it as a sometimes melancholy, sometimes sinister tale of love, loss and survival, and also of snails, a sea of slugs, a sea monster, bat faced cardigan monkeys […]

The Luge! The Luge!

For your Winter Olympics reading pleasure in the short breaks between episodes of The Curling (not a Laird Barron novel), why not read my story with a title that threatens to break the Twitter character limit, “The murder of Father Grigori Yefimovich Rasputin considered as the single men’s Olympics Luge final“? A story that manages […]