The creative folks at Mad Swirl have posted a new poem of mine, and with it they’ve set up a display page just for other work I’ve sent them – poems, a short story, and photos. Check it out here.
And don’t forget, if you e-read, the Kindle edition of my story collection Last Rites is free through Tuesday April 16 here.
Ernest Hemingway wrote, “All stories…end in death.” With ringing lyricism, cinematic detail, and wry humor, in this diverse collection of tales Tony Gentry interrogates that notion.
A father and son share a moment of everyday epiphany on their farm. An elderly widower must choose between a circumscribed life where every breath is an effort and a saving reunion he barely trusts, while another finds solace in the company of an old bear. The ghost of a Confederate general wanders the historic precincts of modern-day Richmond, Virginia. The First Lady deposes the President. A boy finds not love but purpose in a kiss. On a canoe trip, two middle-aged brothers confront mortality and the mystery of what lies beyond. Veterans of the Korean and Vietnam wars face their demons, seeking reasons to go on. In the longest tale here, a fall from a wheelchair tests the will of a man haunted by the car crash that severed his spine and killed his young daughter years ago. And cancer tells its own origin story, that of a real estate mogul turned megalomaniac. Keenly observed, inventive, and thought-provoking, these stories test the curtain between everyday reality and the tempting whisperings that lie beyond, in that uncanny place where our hearts and minds collide.
So happy to announce the launch of my novel The Coal Tower, available now on Amazon in paperback or Kindle versions (you can request the book at your bookstore, too). Here’s the jacket blurb. I’ll be posting more on the story soon. Hope you’ll give it a shot and let me know what you think!
Happy to announce that my short story “Measured in Sips” — about an old war veteran’s last days — has found a home in the Spring 2018 edition of Northern Virginia Review. Last night attended a warm and touching publication party in Annandale, where the novelist Robert Bausch eschewed reading from his own extensive ouevre, using most of his time at the podium as guest speaker reading choice bits from each of the stories and poems in Volume 32 and pausing in between to say a few words of appreciation about each of them. Such a generous, one might say fatherly, thing to do. So despite the usual ten-mile backup on 95-S headed home, I drove along in gratitude, feeling enabled and ennobled all at once.