Bridge Eight Press

AWRY is out today! Visit bridgeeight.com or your local bookstore to order a copy!

We're officially retiring the "magazine" of it all so we can focus on making real, tangible books.

January of 2025: a particularly poignant time to publish anything political. bridgeeight.com/review-wake-up…

Ryan is coming for you. An irresistible force, a seduction of lingering eye contact, symmetrical features, and trim-fit business shirts. bridgeeight.com/the-apocalypse…

In the living room: your partner, your gentle partner Greg, lies on the rug like a crescent moon cradling your baby, your beautiful baby Carmen. bridgeeight.com/andromeda/

For several years I have been periodically giving up on and coming back to a slow, intricate, difficult, but engrossing computer game called Oxygen Not Included. bridgeeight.com/review-on-brea…

In Albuquerque last summer, Tia and her friends visited the Museum of the Weird, in Old Town. bridgeeight.com/t-rex/

They called him The Shit. They said it smelled like he needed to take one. There wasn’t much he could do about it back then. bridgeeight.com/the-shit/

In her eighth month, her nakedness is enthralling, her bulbous belly sexier than any negligee. bridgeeight.com/tachycardia/

All morning, the passersby sneezed, and the old man looked on in silence. Joggers snatched up their t-shirt tails, wiped noses and eyes. Cyclists, wracked by sudden coughing spells, veered into bushes; twice, the riders nearly collided with strollers. bridgeeight.com/story-of-an-ep…

Experienced parents know that following your child into the abyss of youth sports is not for the faint of heart. bridgeeight.com/the-abode-of-t…

She ran the tips of her fingers over his chicken scratch letters then clutched it to her breast. She hadn’t seen his handwriting since he’d died a decade ago. bridgeeight.com/dead-letter/

The parking lot of an industrial park. There’s a church. A mortuary. And an MMA gym that also trains wrestlers. Back alley behind, that’s the hub. They block off the ends, set up a ticket taking booth. bridgeeight.com/stanton-califo…

Big thanks to @bridgeeight for giving Surf City a home ! bridgeeight.com/surf-city/

It was only supposed to be a week. But Danielle met Devon and Devon was tall, like basketball tall, and she liked how she could dangle off his biceps like a flower pot, but less delicate. bridgeeight.com/surf-city/

My latest magical realism tale is out today, "Story of an Epidemic." Enjoy, and thanks for sharing!