Stories

Successful, but romantically repressed computer programmer, Liam Bailey would've blown a homeless man for a taste of stale after spending almost a week chasing down his energetic young nephew. Instead, after his gorgeous neighbor Gabriel Morgan, sexy dad of two--who Liam would've sworn under oath and death by fire ants was straight as an arrow--turns up on his doorstep bearing sugary gifts and a few extra surprises. Suddenly "straight" makes about as much sense as a diagonal and Liam needs to decide if he should try a diagonal life, or just keep swimming so he doesn't end up getting in too deep...

An immigrant family fleeing a pending disaster finds a home in America

This experimental text plays with multiple narrative layers to create a humorous and multifaceted experience. The first layer is the straightforward story of the narrator’s mundane trip to the supermarket. Beneath this lies the second layer: the narrator’s inner thoughts, offering self-critical and reflective commentary.

The third, most distinctive layer comes from the sharp and glamorous remarks of the narrator’s alter ego, Daisy. This voice contrasts the mundane with biting humor and flamboyance, highlighting the tension between humility and hidden confidence.

Nicky and Reilly have been dating for a year, and Nicky is taking his boyfriend home over the holiday to meet his parents for the first time.

A final farewell to a fellow author, great storyteller, and valued friend, Carlos Hazday.

We return to Orono, Maine, where Detective Gennaro Saggio makes another appearance. This time, the killer is even harder to track down than was Parker Toliver, she of ‘The Fascinator Murders.’

Detective Gennaro Saggio’s first email of the new year announces a murder. Curiously, it is signed OOOI. The victim was a suspected arsonist, found dead in an abandoned warehouse. A suicide note was present, but the victim was handcuffed in a closed and chained tanning bed. The victim had previously been arrested, tried, and acquitted of first-degree murder, and arson.

Apparently, someone didn’t believe he was innocent.

We join Conrad after the death of his partner of 42 years.

A tongue/in/cheek tribute to Carlos Hazday-s "espionage novel", CDMX.

I am humbly submitting a short piece of fiction in memory of Carlos. A lot of my energy in the past year has centered around elections and voting. I have often wished I could chat with him about some of it and get his opinions. I hope he is resting well, secure knowing that work is continuing.

A poem in memory of a dear friend.