A few months have passed, but one of my very short fictions was published at Dark Winter Magazine. If you give it a look, thanks.

Something new at Literally Stories. Excited to be part of this community. literallystories2014.com/2025/11/21/t...

“Being remembered means being missed, and that’s a notion I can do without.” An offering of flash fiction that invites you to an event billed as: “Not Your Old-Fashioned Funeral.l “Eulogies For The Living” by Foster Trecost: acrossthemargin.com/eulogies-for... #Fiction #Life #Funeral

A short piece was published today in Across The Margin, very excited about this! acrossthemargin.com/eulogies-for...

I've got a super-short piece in the latest edition of Backchannels. If you give it a look, thank you. backchannelsjournal.net/edition-no-1...

A-Minor released their 15th anniversary edition today and included one of my very short fictions. If you give it a look, thank you! aminormagazine.com/2025/05/27/a...

Back when I was a security guard at The Masters. That's me, kneeling to the right of the man in the red blazer. This was 1994.

I'd rather be an unknown writer who is also an accountant than just an accountant.

I'm not writing as much, therfore not submitting as much, therefore not publishing as much, but woke this morning to an acceptance. Still feels as good as the first, over 20 years ago. Note to self: write more, write better.

I can't believe it's almost time to make my Masters picks. I run a fantasy league at my paying job (I like my non-paying job better)..

Another post from before I signed up, this one from Roi Fainéant Press.

Its usually around now when I lower my goal for publications and I'm about to do away with them altogether. It's more fun this way.

I don't really mind rejections but it'd be nice to get fewer of them. I know, I know - write better stories.

Not a big football fan but I lived in Philly for 12 years, long enough, I think, to rightfully claim the Eagles as my hometeam.

It's always 1st or 3rd...I'm yet to try 2nd.

I wrote my first short story when I was 13. It was about a serial killer who took his victims in elevators, so everyone started taking the stairs instead. An unforeseen byproduct was that they all got in better shape. Something like that, it was a long time ago.

Kinda new round here and just now seeing this:

It's so nice to again be in the company of writers. This morning I woke to a rekindled sense of inclusion...and snow.