Facebook brings me good laughter every day, good entertaining videos I never would have discovered otherwise, and news of people I like,...

Driving the twenty forested miles to Coalbeck the next morning, he thought about Shayla, her hot skin, delicious saliva, intoxicating...

Li'l Salinger Girl dialed up her brother that afternoon, when Nelson had barely finished showering and shaving, before he had even had...

I'm nobody. Who are you? Are you nobody too? -- Emily Dickinson illustration by Gareth Southwell There's a certain freedom, if you're a...

Raúl Garcia, my very long-time friend, and one of the founders of Edgefactory, a PR firm in Orlando, Florida, suggested creating a book...

My new novel, The Paraclete, was officially published on February 19, 2019, and launched the following Monday evening with a reading,...

“Our robots would lie in bed, which was a piece of foam rubber on the floor, and watch the movies on the ceiling. You know what I mean by...

This morning I pulled out a fat file labelled "Essays and Story Ideas" to look for some notes I'm pretty sure only existed on a hard...

Atlanta-based writer Dawn Trowell Jones will read from and discuss her work on Saturday, July 7, 2018 at our next salon at the...

He walked from the house at seven a.m., having ignored his mother's request to move some sacks of millet before leaving. He had slept...