In anticipation of The Future Fire's upcoming Noir-themed issue, they've invited me for a conversation about my story "Siv Delfin" (2016), a Noir piece set in my Vasilegrad universe.
Tuesday, June 29, 2021
Interview: Siv Delfin
Monday, March 1, 2021
Slow Eshtyca
My new story "Slow Eshtyca" is out now in GigaNotoSaurus.
The samohod drove Vilma half-way up the mountain before its engine began to struggle with the slope, coughing up plumes of soot. When the vehicle heaved its last gasoline breath, she abandoned it by the road and continued to the highlands on foot.
By dawn, she reached Slow Eshtyca; the village’s scattered houses were tucked behind hillocks and greeted her with boarded-up windows and yards bereft of livestock. The green fluorescence wafting out of the wells smeared into the salmon pink of the horizon, and Vilma had to squint to make out the girl’s house.
Friday, January 29, 2021
Esma's Margaret
My latest story "Esma's Margaret" is out now in the January 2021 issue of Metaphorosis Magazine.
“Power’s out again,” Esma’s father shouted from the living room.
She lulled her computer into sleep mode to preserve battery now the mains were off, put on her backpack, and stormed out of their home. Her father shouted something else after her, but she couldn’t hear him—her feet were on the dirty Orizari street already. Late-night raucousness swallowed her whole: men playing cards on the sidewalks, cursing their bad luck or each other; cars, old diesel vehicles, whirring to-and-fro, spewing fumes not smelled elsewhere in the city of Skopje in twenty years; kids and their mothers and fathers, out playing, chatting, even at eleven in the evening.
Monday, June 29, 2020
Petroglyphs
When their ships landed on the porous soil of Blue-and-a-Rock, the hatchlings rushed out to preserve the petroglyphs.
They moved like a flood: overrunning the fields and valleys of the moribund world, clogging up the caves, prodding with claws and feet at the remains of that which had so recently ended. Gales scattered the hatchlings across beaches where they drank the waters and sated themselves with sand; waves pushed them outward to distant islands and open seas; maelstroms pulled them down to dark ocean depths.
(Continue reading.)
Sunday, May 10, 2020
Reprint: The Trader
The story was originally published in the Score anthology last year.
You can pick up a copy from Amazon.
Friday, April 3, 2020
Bullies
Tuesday, February 18, 2020
Podcast: Garden
It is a fantastic production, with Nanohex's music playing in the background while the story is read, which is exactly how the project was intended to be experienced.
You can listen to the music and story wherever the SubverCity Transmit podcast is available, including Spotify and Apple Podcasts.
Friday, November 1, 2019
Big Sister
Try as she might, Mina couldn't reach the cherry pit in her head. She closed her eyes in concentration, and she gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, and yet—nothing. Silence rung hollow.
Tuesday, July 16, 2019
Voices in the Things
Anna's phone rang, and shrill voices packed into circuits screamed a polyphonic melody: Liliana, calling from out of country. She jumped out of bed and picked up.
“I'm through,” Liliana said, and the voices in the electronics quieted down. “We're now ten, down from a hundred.”
“That's great,” Anna said, almost meaning it.
“Won't have time for much coordinating before the final round, so you better be ready by then.”
“I will,” she said, pacing the bedroom. “We will.” She opened a blind to reveal a muddy dark sky. She said, “Good luck.”
Liliana was quiet, as if mulling something over—or perhaps it was the delay in the signal—then she thanked her and hung up.
It was not quite morning but Anna could see the horizon bruising, so she decided against going back to sleep.
(Continue reading...)
Wednesday, April 3, 2019
Interview: The Trader
"The Trader" is available in the Score Anthology.
Sunday, March 3, 2019
The Trader
What if stories were written like music?
Score is an anthology of varied stories arranged to follow an emotional score from the heights of joy to the depths of despair - but always with a little hope shining through.
Purchase the anthology on Amazon.
Thursday, February 7, 2019
AdPerson
Roland wakes into a world that is an eager customer.
He savors his oatmeal with honey; he brushes his teeth; he puts on clothes and greets the neighbors on his way out the building. And he stands at the bus stop and stands in the bus and reads his instructions from Corton Vestee Inc. and occasionally checks his wristwatch, treating it all as a performance, every sidelong glance, shuffle of the feet, every sigh and breath.
(Listen to the whole story.)
Tuesday, February 5, 2019
Ghostflesh
Martina lights the candle, and shadows throw themselves up against the wall; black silhouettes flicker, dance, squirm as if before a firing squad, and Martina watches these shadows through squinting eyes, drinking in their performance.
“They'll be strongest on Sunday,” she tells me and snuffs out the candle.
Smoke wreathes her head; she gets up and the wreath goes through her, dissipates. She flips the switch. Light floods the room, making us both wince, and I sneak a glance but the shadows have melted back into the wall.
Read the whole story here.
Thursday, January 10, 2019
Borrowed
Emma was playing with Lev the Lion when the bell rang.
Rainbows gleamed in her father's eyes: the porch camera feed relaying to his optic nerve. Emma giggled as his cheeks and forehead wrinkled up in befuddlement; but his eyes dulled back to brown a moment later, and he went to open the door.
(...continue reading.)
Saturday, December 1, 2018
Between the Cities
Saturday, November 3, 2018
When We Go
When I go, I want to go like a rocket.
Leaving the world at breakneck speed, upright, arms like fins, legs trailing a column of smoke; and the dusk sky, a postcard ripped in two by my passing.
And then, no explosion. But a winking out as space swallows me whole and the earliest star outshines me.
And then -
Wind blowing the smoke away; people scattering, going home to cry at photos that end up packed away into shoe boxes, shoved under beds to gather dust. People moving on.
People forgetting.
(...continue reading.)
Monday, September 10, 2018
Crisis
The story is set in present-day Vasilegrad, the capital of my fictional Balkan federation, where a bubbling political crisis threatening to tear the country apart is seen as an opportunity for an adrenaline rush by a Western tourist.
Read the full story.
Thursday, July 5, 2018
Free to read: The Scrimshander
The story can be read here, or you can listen to the audio version narrated by Michael J. DeLuca.
The slender jawbone lies in the palm of his hand like a crown. Raising it, an offering to the night, stretched starlight gleams on milk teeth. Engravings appear, a scene playing out from incisor to canine to molar, a tale of disease and mourning, of angry tears and hissed warnings to those who’ve caused him harm.
The city sleeps beneath him, bristled, towers jutting skyward in defiance of Mallinos. He swings off the eaves, jawbone in hand, down a drainpipe, past square windows of indigo, feet dropping on pavement with barely a sound.
(Continue reading...)
Wednesday, June 27, 2018
The Scrimshander
The ebook is currently available at Weightless Books and Amazon.
Wednesday, April 25, 2018
Interview: One of the Cities
All proceeds from Reading 5x5 go to charity; read the interview, and find more information about the concept of the anthology here.








