Short Fiction

The Party. January 2017. 

“Then a guy walks in with a megaphone. He’s not the smartest guy at the party, or the most experienced, or the most articulate. But he’s got that megaphone.” Prescient George Saunders offered this thought experiment in 2007. Here it becomes an extended allegory for our unfortunate political circumstances.

George Saunders asked me to imagine a party. It’s a fine party, diverse. People are talking, making nice. Some talk about the cheese platter, preferring or avoiding the spicy cheese respectively, others about all the construction in the neighborhood and what’s-to-be-done, others about their recent breakup and what’s-that-new-app. Then, says Saunders, a guy with a megaphone walks in. In my mind, this guy is orange and has no neck and he starts a rumor that J by the cheese platter ate all the good spicy cheese and he wasn’t even invited. It doesn’t matter what he says; what matters about the megaphone guy is that he’s loud… Read the rest here at The Awl. 

 

Quantum Theory and The Entanglement of Oolong. September 2015. 

An engineer falls for a tea drinking co-worker. Will a gift from his brother and a series of falsifiable experiments cure his perplexing ailment?

The Greatest Story Ever Written.  June 2015

What happens to a group of struggling writers when The Greatest Story Ever Written lands on the literary scene?

Bob finished it first. Stop everything, he said, and get to your nearest e-bookstore… Read the rest here at The Butter via The Toast.

 

This is a Love Story. May 2015

As thought experiment meets love story, what does student Missy and Professor David’s unlikely romance say about Hume’s empirical notion of the self?

David had the kind of chest (convex, pasty, pimpled) that should have been ugly. David had long muscleless limbs, knobby joints, and a pelican nose. He was bald as they come. David himself should have been ugly, and he was, objectively… Read the rest here in Blackbird Vol. 14 No. 1.

 

A List of Names for Our First Born Child. May 2015

Fiction meets memoir as a daughter and her mother review a list of the dead in preparation for the naming of an unborn child.

How long should a Jew be dead before you name your child after him? My mother thumbs through The Big Book of Baby Names, recently dusted. Hunting for free supplies, I found the book boxed up, in the back-most room of my parent’s dim-lit basement… Read the rest here in Shenandoah Vol. 64 No. 2.

 

What we take with us: February 2014

An explore-your-roots voyage has our snarky protagonist less than enthused until she finds something she can take with her, literally.

My iPod, recently loaded with all the decent tracks I could pilfer from my brother’s CD collection (Surrealistic Pillow, Sgt. Peppers, American Beauty), which I found under his old bed at our parents’ house, next to a box of unbranded condoms… Read an interview about this piece here.

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