Thomas Kearnes is a 36-year-old author from East Texas, currently living outside of Houston. He has published over 110 short stories, flashes and essays both in print and online. In addition to his work in Wilde Oats, he has also appeared in Educe Journal, Wilde Magazine, Blithe House Quarterly, MLR Press, Pink Narcissus Press, Cleis Press and Gay Flash Fiction. He has two collections of short fiction due out this summer, “Pretend I’m Not Here” from Musa Publishing and “Promiscuous” from JMS Books. He has also enjoyed mainstream success with his queer fiction in publications such as Storyglossia, PANK, Ampersand, A cappella Zoo, Word Riot, JMWW Journal, Eclectica, The Northville Review, Subtle Fiction and elsewhere. He is a two-time Pushcart Prize nominee and Best of the Net nominee. He runs like a girl and has been in therapy since age 16.
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(C) 2017, Santino Prinzi Last week, Mum’s friend Tanya tried to pry my old Barbie from my hands. “You shouldn’t be playing with that.” But I didn’t let go. The same thing happened at school during show-and-tell; Mrs Smyles told me I was supposed to bring in one of my toys and not my […]
(c) 2017, V.S.Santoni. Okay, I’ll admit it. I had a few drinks; I’m never that brave unless I have at least a couple. Well, anyway, I was sitting at the bar while the band was playing this slow, dreamy song, and then I saw him. Now, I’ve seen a lot of good looking guys, […]
(c) Dana Macy, 2017 She said it would be fun if we took turns with each other. The game was to kiss on the lips and feel each other–down there. We were in ninth grade and bunked in the same cabin at camp. The year we were all together in third grade, we’d found a […]