Here's the short story I've been working on lately--just click on this text to go there--if anybody has time over the holiday to give it a read--or anytime--I'd love to get some feedback. It's something of a risk/experiment so I'm curious if it works for y'all.   --Lee

Sojourner is here!

Hey, everybody,

Your Intrepid Leader has published a book. Seriously! Click on this text to order one. If you are too poor to order one, I will gladly send you one to review as I surely need the publicity. Write me at leefoust@gmail.com. And, by the way: how y'all doin'? I would love to catch up with the many wonderful students who have taken this course over the years. I'll be doing a book tour this summer in the USA so if you wanna see me get in touch--if you could book me at a local bookstore or spoken word series somewhere I will come to your hometown with pleasure! 

Cheers!

Lee

House Hunting

Click on this text to read my first ever serious short story. I'm mulling over trying to publish the collection of 9 tales that this story initiates and am desperately seeking feedback--If you picked up a book of stories and read this one, how would you feel about reading the other 8? What could I do to make this text better? Please help!

--Lee

He, Saltfingers

He ran his oily fingers along the street window, leaving four parallel streaks framing the suit-adorned passersby in geometric patterns. Moving to the lobby furniture, he felt his thumb squeak rubbery as he dragged it along a black leather chair, his splintered fingernail leaving fibrous, permanent scratch marks in its wake. Bare feet trod on polished slate; as wingtips and pumps went click-clack, his steps sounded in wet and intermittent clops, leaving a red and slimy trail wherever He went. What was yet another day of “work” for him was a disgusting imposition upon office employees everywhere. Walking in dirty circles around marble lobbies was to him a sort of stroll in paradise, and as he studied the words of the dapper bourgeois as they complained to someone on their cell phones about his unseemly presence, he could only imagine himself in their polished shoes.