by on Sep.30, 2015, under Fiction




You can read my short story "Cracolándia" online at Kenyon Review. 

Remember that boy who juggled côcos in the centro, the one who killed his sister and her man? No matter what the cops said, I always believed he was innocent. You see, I watched those kids grow up. Othoniel de Fogo, his big sister Arminda, their best friend Edvaldo. Those three were a pázhino—together, noon or night.


by on Dec.27, 2014, under Fiction



You can read my new short story, "Mercury," in the Winter issue of Kweli, guest-edited by Danielle Evans.

The inauguration of the Spaceport of France was declared a holiday in Guiana, and tribes from as far as Brazil made camp along the coast to witness blastoff.  It was a rainless day in the jungle, rocket fueled and gleaming on the launchpad.  As the boys from Saint-Sébastien hopped off the school bus, commands crackled from the control center like the voice of God.

“Lawn King” is Now Available as a Kindle Single

by on Apr.02, 2014, under News, Fiction













After being featured in Day One, Amazon's weekkly literary journal, "Lawn King" is now available as a Kingle Single.

2014 Twitter Fiction Festival

by on Mar.18, 2014, under News, Fiction

My story #PolarVortex was selected as a featured story in the 2014 Twitter Fiction Festival, and now all of the stories are now archived in one place.  BBC and USA Today previewed the festival here, and BuzzFeed Books noted #PolarVortex as one of 11 memorable moments of the festival.  Twitter has all the details:

When a winter storm paralyzes an unspecified metropolitan airport, Twitter reveals the hopes, fears and frustrations of the passengers and staff whose destinies have been put on hold, for better or worse. Around the clock for 48 hours, this story traces the drama of travel delays affecting lives at the airport and across the globe. @chrisarnold will set the stage using tweets, images, maps and video.


by on Feb.11, 2011, under Fiction

The Kenyon Review

Winter, 2011

"We'd gotten used to seeing Dad in the hospital.  First time he went in, the twins missed senior prom, showd up in the waiting room in sequin dresses.  These days we knew a call from Mom could come any time of day or night.  This operation was the last thing the doctors could do short of a transplant.  And there wasn't going to be a transplant."

Light, Sweet Crude

by on Nov.01, 2009, under Fiction


October, 2009

“The corner of the global market where I am not to be fucked with is the Niger Delta–home to some of the purest, most easily refined crude on the planet.  New patch being drilled?  I already knew that.  Pipeline shutting down?  Knew that too.  What other traders hear as fact, I know as rumor.  What other traders hear as rumor, I know as fact.  A mosquito can’t suck a drop of blood in the Delta without me hearing.”


by on Nov.01, 2009, under Fiction


Volume 5, Issue 1, Fall 2009

“Laidlaw invited the men and their families inside, offered them water, a hot meal, a place to bed down for the night. When the women and children had gone to sleep, he offered the men whiskey and quail eggs, maps and divining rods, and, finally, a vision of the township: irrigation, railroads, a new age.”

Volume 5,
Issue 1
Fall 2009

Blood Memory

by on Nov.01, 2009, under Fiction

Crab Orchard Review

Vol. 14, No. 2, Summer/Fall 2009 “Color Wheel ~ Cultural Heritages in the 21st Century”

“Even these days, whenever I see families so identical they seem like stacking dolls, I feel a pang of envy.  I’ve never looked into someone else’s face and seen myself.”

There was
a smorgasbord of kids. Some, like me, had been adopted shortly after
birth. We had all the same memories as biological children, except
we looked nothing like our parents. Even these days, whenever I see
families so identical they seem like stacking dolls, I feel a pang of envy.
I’ve never looked into someone else’s face and seen myself. But I was
fortunate to be adopted so young, at least that’s what I was always told,
and looking around the potluck, I was prone to believe it.

What We Need Right Now

by on Jul.15, 2008, under Fiction

Pacific Review

Vol. 26 Spring 2008

“Stew was some kind of special forces in Vietnam, three tours, and as a result, he’s what my mom would call touched in the head.”

Tootsie’s Blue Orchid Lounge

by on Apr.15, 2008, under Fiction

Slice Magazine

Vol. 2, Fall 2007

“Surely Miss Katie’s not as young as she used to be.  It’s a natural fact that she’s seen better days.  But she can still channel the music city greats with those sweet pipes of hers, and damn it, she’s left a whole Thursday night crowd waiting for a holler and a swaller.”

Primary Next of Kin

by on Oct.01, 2006, under Fiction

Northwest Review

Vol. 44, Fall 2006

“I’ve read these scripts a hundred times already, but this gives me something to do while we wait. All morning I’ve been waiting to deliver my first notification, but the PNOK, that’s Primary Next of Kin, hasn’t been home.”


by on Mar.15, 2005, under Fiction

Willard and Maple

Vol. X, 2005

“Having never been incorporated, Tumalo is not officially a town.  Even people who live twenty miles away mispronounce the name Too-malo, instead of Tum, like umbrella.”