The Puritan

Gavin Trilogy Complete

Suture, the third and final story featuring Gavin, my electric wounded picaro, has been published as part of The Puritan 36. It’s been really rewarding working with Puritan editor Tyler Willis on this cycle of stories, all of which have been published by The Puritan and are now set to appear in Peninsula Sinking, my fiction collection coming out this fall with Biblioasis. My life right now mostly consists of furiously editing and frantically second-guessing and trying to make the book the best it can possibly be. So it’s nice to have this story out there naked and exposed to the world, for better or worse. Thanks to all the lovely volunteers at the Puritan for their vigour and commitment and care.

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New Story: “Silicone Giddy”

My latest story, “Silicone Giddy” , has just come out in The Puritan 32. This story is a sequel to my previous piece, “Bellyflop”, which appeared last winter in The Puritan 28. Both stories occupy the core of my short story manuscript, Peninsula Sinking, so it’s great to have them out in the world together. It also means a lot to have so much support from the rad and thorough people at The Puritan during this stage of my carreer. Issue 32 is a beast, swollen with literary protein. It’s moving to have my writing appear alongside so many fellow contributors–Matthew J. Trafford, Emily Schultz, Michael Prior–whom I deeply admire. Read the stories if you want to experience a lively fictional mixture of marriage, sex toys, and electrocution.

New (free) Story at The Puritan

Dear Cherished Few Readers,

My newest story, “Bellyflop,” has just been published as part of The Puritan 28. Like all work in The Puritan, it’s free to read online and can be found right here: http://puritan-magazine.com/bellyflop/. I’m super excited about the publication. There are a bunch of fellow contributors I admire and respect, including one (Annik Adey-Babinski) who wrote a kickass poem called “On MC Hammer’s Birthday.” My own story is a racy cocktail of sex toys, electricity, teenage hijinx, and confused sexuality. I swear it is not even remotely autobiographical.