Below are links to 4 pieces from the upcoming short story collection.

One or Two “What you need?” said a voice from inside. She stepped in and it was hotter and darker and more damp. The smell of spoilage she knew from their trailer was heavy as smoke, a haze of humidity in the scant light. The room hazardous with broken bottles and cardboard boxes. In the far corner a pale man sat in the only stick of furniture, a faded recliner with a patch of black scorch on the side facing her. Something rustled in the kitchen.

Blue Like A Fake Place on TV Daryl was born blue; not asphyxiation but a deep, lustrous indigo. The palms of his hands and the bottoms of his feet were pale grey. More than that he had two faces overlapping one eye. Two mouths to gurgle with, two noses to run with mucus. None of this had shown up on the sonogram. They hadn't brought Daryl back swaddled and napping to his mom's bed. The doctor had stood with his father, looking in on the nursery as half of his son cried and the other half slept.

How To Sell Shit They work their way through a half-dozen of these, Roger extolling the virtues of warranties and user-friendliness and end-to-end testing over cubicle half-walls and particle-board desks. One admin refuses to even look up from the book she is reading when they saunter in the door. Roger finally catches her attention and she flinches and then harangues them about her teenage son, her alcoholic ex-husband, the pit-bull that her drug-addict neighbor refuses to chain up. Gus and Roger back away quietly like they've cornered a wild animal.

The Greatest Paracute Jumper in the History of Aerospace And the crowd in the street had fallen silent. A bit of parachute knocked a candle down onto a rug, and the place went up like a cruel prank. “There was a fire,” TV-Rip admitted. Luxembourg-Rip had wanted to leap across the burning floor and kick open the bathroom door and drag the old couple out. But he was in flames; the parachute, his legs, his arms. By the time he wrestled over to the window to jump back out he was breathing in the smell of his pubic hair on fire.