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“Ivan lay sprawled out in the snow, his limbs twisted. That’s what you look like when you fall out of the sky. Not like an angel or even a bird, but like a man never meant to be airborne.” from my short story “The Flight of Ivan Ivanovich” in issue 72 of Mexico’s Ofi Press. […]

“The war is over. Troy has been looted and burned. A valiant Greek warrior whose name has been lost to posterity and so will be designated as X, loads his ship with treasure, hoists the sails, and sets a course for home.” So begins “The Anti-Odyssey”, a short story of mine in the newly published […]