Upcoming

There are a few projects in the works that I plan to finally publish under my actual name.

(I’ve murdered Julian Porter and his body is currently decomposing in my trunk.)

We Should Have Used Tape (Currently under consideration for publication)

A novella documenting the non-linear grief process of a man coming to grips with a failed marriage and a lost family. The text attempts to mimic the liminal nature of grief in particular, and transition more broadly. Couched between acceptance and defeat, the narrator describes his exhaustion as he wrestles with his defense mechanisms (manifested as a cosmonaut, a mariner, a poet, and a child), being haunted by a recurring and intrusive bog housing a mysterious antlered goddess, and the disillusionment of losing his footing on the crumbling landscape of his self-mythology.

The Gospel According to Frank (Currently in the querying process)

My first full-length novel is a warped coming-of-age story about Frank, a government-bred clone of the literal Jesus of Nazareth, as he falls in love with a televangelist’s son and the two run away for a surrealist roadtrip through an American wasteland. It’s got television gardens, raw meat, Kojic acid, and telepathic wombs.

Published

Ahab Atop His Whitest Whale (The Quarter(ly), 2023)

This was a short story about an old man that runs away to the French countryside to enjoy the peace of an idyllic, bohemian life. Instead, he’s haunted by the decomposing bodies of his regrets and alternate selves beneath the drear pall of a looming question—is he the field mouse or the hawk?

You can purchase the issue here.

*Published under the pen name Julian Porter

The Dotted Lines of a Silent Night (HeartWood Literary Magazine, 2023)

This one was a poem I wrote on Christmas Day, 2022. It was my first Christmas after my wife left and I was bummed and shit. It’s basically a spiritual precursor to We Should Have Used Tape.

You can read it here.

*Published under the pen name Julian Porter

Hibakusha Don’t Eat Pop-Tarts (self-published, 2019)

This was a novella I wrote based on a girl I knew and focuses on her struggles with depression and anxiety in the sun-bleached rat trap of Southern Californian suburbia. It’s got severed head balloons, yard flamingos, and amorphous paint-guzzling nihilist blobs made of nightmare confetti.

You can purchase it here.

*Published under the pen name Julian Porter

Crepitus in E Minor (Paper & Ink Literary Zine, 2019)

This was the first short story I ever published in print. It details the fallout of a melodramatic love triangle between a wino, the ghost of Paul Verlaine, and a girl that ultimately has enough sense to leave. The issue in which the story appears is currently out of print, but I found it in the bowels of my computer, reformatted it as a PDF file, and now you can read it here.

*Published under the pen name Julian Porter