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FictionI have published more than a dozen short stories, in Confrontation (twice), Northwest Review, Pank (twice), Short Story America, Eclectica , the Laurel Review (twice), Concho River Review, RE:AL and Pacific Review with another story forthcoming at the Barnstormer http://thebarnstormer.com/. All are below. I also have stories posted at http://www.fictionaut.com/users/jonathan-sapers. I am currently seeking representation for my novel, “Ghost Road.” Ghost Road tells the stories of Penelope Commager and Mary Hewitt, two Bostonians whose formative experiences occur during summers spent on a hillside in a fictional town in the Canadian maritimes. Born thirty years apart, both are children of families whose patriarchs were trench mates during World War I and who decide to build on that relationship by buying summerhouses near each other. The novel begins with Penelope’s summers and continues with Mary’s; weaving the two together against the background of the passing century and the sometimes stormy relationships between the members of their families, until at the end of the novel, the connection between the two of them becomes clear. There are many characters in the novel, but its main focus is the characters relationship to the place itself (and the people who live their year round), a rustic, cold, indescribably gorgeous town that continues to draw on the character’s affections long after they’ve exhausted their patience for their familial connections to it. I am working on a variety of projects including new short stories and new longer pieces: an expansion of a short story about a wayward doctor in the 1830s and a children’s story featuring very human-seeming birds.  Here is a summary of my novel, “Ghost Road.” _______ Summer houses are emotional palimpsests. Meaning is attached to their furniture, surfaces and smells by successive generations of visitors so that the arrangement of furniture in a bedroom, a path through the woods or even particular wine glasses can have different, deep significance for . . . → Read More: Novel: Ghost Road A short story on a favorite theme: published in the intriguing new publication, “The Barnstormer.” What does it mean to be a man? Shoes knows. It’s when you’re walking down the street and a bunch of kids try to get you to fight with them and you don’t. But Mike says, Maybe not. Maybe . . . → Read More: Short Story: Courtesy This is another car ride story, but this time of a very different nature. It ends up in the town that is the focus of my novel, “Ghost Road.” It was published in the January/February 2013 issue of Eclectica. We get into the car. The entire journey should take us in the neighborhood of . . . → Read More: Short Story: The Last Highway  This is a short story I wrote about a romantic car ride. It was the story of the week at Short Story America, February 18, 2011 and has also been included in the Short Story America Anthology, Volume II. ________________ It was dark when they got into the car and there was rain on . . . → Read More: Short Story: Under the Hood  This is a short story I wrote about a group of teenage girls. It appeared in Pank Magazine, in April 2009. __________ Sempe has a small blue star on her right cheek that everyone thinks is a tattoo. It’s not, it’s what, when she looks in the mirror, makes her think most of her . . . → Read More: Short Story: No More White Boys  This is a short story I wrote about a lost cell phone. It was published in Pank Magazine in October 2008. ______ She got into the cab on her way to the airport. She sat down and gave her instructions. “To the airport please.” The cab driver mumbled something. From what sounded like far . . . → Read More: Short Story: To Jennifer Lee, I owe you $10  This short story was written in the wake of 9/11. It appeared in Confrontation 96/97 in fall 2006/2007. ______________ On the day of the tragedy, I went into a church and tried to pray. Having been raised without religion, I found myself unable to summon the necessary feeling, or at the very least to . . . → Read More: Short Story: Good Samaritans  This story appeared in Northwest Review, Volume 39, Number 2, 2001. ________________ But our contractor says, “Jerry, please.” And of course I say yes, because I don’t know why. Maybe I’ve gotten soft. When my child says to me, “Daddy, come on, come on,” I say, “Yes,” because it’s like revenge. Plus, my . . . → Read More: Short Story: Our Prism  This is a story I published about childbirth, among other things. It appeared in the Summer 2000 issue of the Laurel Review. _______________ “Hey,” my neighbor says to me. I’m vacuuming bits of Christmas tree outside my door. “Did you see this?” I look down the hallway. We have never passed a civil word . . . → Read More: Short Story: What Are These Feathers on Me?  This is another of several stories, I wrote that explore the material that became my novel, “Ghost Road.” This story appeared in the spring, 2000 issue of Concho River Review. _______________________ Thelonius Houston stood on the front porch, considering the view. From where he stood, he could see a plowed field, a croquet court, . . . → Read More: Short Story: The Extinction of Giants  This is one of several short stories I wrote from the material that is now my novel, “Ghost Road.” This story appeared in the Fall, 1998 issue of RE:AL. ___________ Catherine beat her hand against the porch door, trying not to sound frantic. Inside, a sleepy-looking couple sat on an impossibly white couch. Catherine’s . . . → Read More: Short Story: Mr. and Mrs. Nowhere This is a short story about three friends which appeared in the summer, 1996, issue of The Laurel Review. ________________________ He begins by apologizing. “Right here, in front of you both, my two best friends in all the world, I want to say, I’m very, very sorry.” It doesn’t help, at least in her . . . → Read More: Short Story: Three Brazilians  This is a short story I published about a car dealership. It appeared in the Spring/Summer 1996 issue of Confrontation. _____________________________ Above the sales floor, little decorations, like tiny solar systems, blow in the created afternoon breeze. There’s confetti. Everywhere there are cars. New ones, gleaming ones, practical ones, impractical ones. The air is . . . → Read More: Short Story: The Gull Wing Mercedes |
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