Chuck Teixeira, a tax attorney in San Francisco, lives near his adult children, Emily and Justin, and their mother, Carol. Chuck’s fiction has appeared or is forthcoming in Esquire, Permafrost, Feathered Flounder and Jonathan. His poetry has appeared in Schuylkill Valley Journal, Portland Review, Grasslimb, Slipstream, Distillery and Off the Rocks. His nonfiction has appeared in law profession publications of the Bureau of National Affairs, Matthew Bender and the San Francisco and Los Angeles Daily Journals.
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Recent Posts: GAY FLASH FICTION
Big Business — by Brian M. Riley
For the reason of insurance Abraham says for me to keep record of these facts for the business we have now from the house. Abraham, he will be the customer service agent and me, Edwardo McKlusky Nguyen, I will write all the happenings in this long and yellow paper pad. “Baby, you’re the wordsmith between […]
When We’re Sixty-Four – by Michael Ampersant
It’s only Dex and me, and the dogs. We are wading along the waterline. Rover and Cooper, just released from the bed of Dex’s pickup, chase across the dirty sandbank. Pacific seagulls cry. This is the mouth of the Russian River. “Can I ask you a question?” Dex asks. “Ye-es,” I say. He stares at […]
Easy Way Down — by Chuck Teixeira
Pat’s mother parked the car right in front of the laundromat. The place was fully lit, and there were people inside even that late — or that early, counting the hours until dawn. The front door was wide open to a soft April breeze. On the laundry-folding table was a section of the previous day’s […]
