Podcast

Eye holes tired? Let my robotic assistant whisper odd tales of faraway worlds into your ears…

Could She Wear Their Skin

The station opened her eyes.

Machines whirred, the only sign of life in a still world. A beep filled the air like a delicate bell. It would sound again inside her for another summer, untended by her crew…

Alter Ego

Jackie asked to dye her hair orange during the summer of seventh grade. Her father stared, mouth half-open, eyes seeing through her for what seemed like a long time. But he finally agreed with a silent nod…

Aurora

An unwitting test subject sheds their skin to become their true self. Meet Aurora, superhuman, Augment, but no hero…

Codename: Danger – Full Story!

Fear soaked Reggie’s shirt. Well, humidity was mostly to blame, but the fear was there. He’d traveled the world on the government’s dime. Of the places he’d been, the humid ones were his least favorite. Remote ones, his second least. This place was both. But the fear was a regular hazard of the job…

Fat Man and Little Boy

Another one from my short story collection, Empty Quiver. The gritty superhero world of Crimson Son is dark here as I continue to critique our notions of heroism and examine the human shortcomings of those we bestow that name upon.

I often worry my work is misunderstood. That instead of asking people to critique the darker sides of society, they believe I’m celebrating it. Nuance seems to be a thing lost to humanity lately. As always, I’ll let you decide.

The ‘Cane Train

From my short story collection, Empty Quiver, based on my Crimson Son superhero universe. A word of warning – my comic book characters provide little escapism. They are dark products of war and conflict meant to offer a sobering look at ourselves and not a glimpse into a bright-eyed world of heroism. Reader (and listener) discretion is advised…

Trickster

This was one of my earliest publications with another disappeared venue, Writer’s Haven. I haven’t saved the best for last, more an indicator of how far I’ve come on this journey. This was a story inspired by a comment from my wife’s grandfather. Brief, slightly mysterious, it goes for a slow revelation I have yet to master. And if you squint real close, you’ll see Hurricane and Hound…