Recent-ish goodlinesses
To Eddy, Wondering Why
Appearing in the Chestnut Review Spring 2026 issue, this is my first published nonfiction story, and is about being molested as a kid and some of the psychological aftermath. It isn’t graphic, but be warned, it’s a tough read.
Schooling for Coach
Forthcoming from Bourbon Penn, this is a short, dark, humorous story about the unexpectedly high stakes of a junior varsity basketball team trying to learn a new play from their coach, who is also their biology teacher, who is also a little bit obsessed with the Selfish Herd Theory.
Richard’s Christening, June 1957
Not sure if you’ve ever noticed, but strange, dark things lurk just below the surface of ‘our’ world, and who’s to say those things aren’t part of our most beloved rituals? What could possible be dark about a christening, though? Read this micro in The Ekphrastic Review and find out.
The Village You Did Not Make
220 words inspired by the medieval Italian village of Casperia, where we attended a writing retreat. The week was magical – the village, our hosts, the other writers – everything. If there’s magic in the story, it’s decanted from all the glories that abounded there. Published at The Hoolet’s Nook.
Hellfire
Things go dark in this flash set on a 19th century midwestern farm. But wait, is that a happy ending? Indeed it is.Disappointing. Published by Flash Fiction Magazine, June 2025.
Al’s Final Wish
What happens when Aladdin grows up, settles into his life, and never uses that precious third wish? Maybe this, if he thought it was true love? Or, if your take is self-actualizing freedom after festering decades of Stockholm Syndrome, then maybe also this. Check it out at Flash Phantoms and interpret as you will.
About Chip
Chip has published more than thirty stories in Bourbon Penn, PodCastle, Molotov Cocktail, PULP Literature, and many other journals, magazines, and anthologies. The majority of his publications are micro and flash fiction, including a collection of them called Dark Morsels with Red Bird Chapbooks.
