Richard Peabody

Author: Richard Peabody

Richard Peabody is the author of a novella, three short story collections, and seven poetry books. He is a native Washingtonian and teaches fiction writing at Johns Hopkins University, where he received the Faculty Awards for Distinguished Professional Achievement and Teaching Excellence. He is also the Beyond the Margins Above and Beyond 2013 Award winner for his outstanding service to the Washington, D.C. literary community, and he is Eckleburg‘s Patron Saint of Indie. He is the founder and co-editor of Gargoyle Magazine and editor of twenty-one anthologies including Mondo Barbie. His collection of short stories, Blue Suburban Skies, is out from Main Street Rag Press. Read “Maraschino Cherries,” an excerpt from his collection, Speed Enforced by Aircraft (The Broadkill River Press, 2012).

Ukrainian Au Pair

smoke cinder ash dye job from hell calls Putin “Daddy” spellbinding back tat-- a forest of impossibly tall trees with dark squid-like branches loves Billie “Eyelash” possesses a wicked left hook ... Read More

Poetry / Richard Peabody

Cloud Corporation

They lock you up and feed you clouds. Cumulus candy puffs. Cirrostratus and Nimbostratus gummies. You float on delicious filaments. So much wonder. Silvery minnows of the mind. Nets for the careless. Stippled with black floaters ... Read More

Poetry / Richard Peabody

Ophelia in Aspic

she is under the rice fingers poking up through the water playing air piano are fish allowed to swim the paddies? they should be flashes of koi gold among rich green every hillside a rice aquarium with jazzy flowing fish and rice fit for a Sumo wrestler who secretly yearns ... Read More

Poetry / Richard Peabody

Dusky Time

last days of autumn have fallen on your fragrant locks like honey rust clouds in the distance rolling toward the Rio Grande at Pilar trout are biting rattling the snakes behind every rock ... Read More

Poetry / Richard Peabody

Star Spangled Bullshit

star bride on the beach paging Pierre Reverdy firecrackers in dubious battle overhead not even close to dark She yearns La Mordida the Frat boys mirrored along the strand ... Read More

Poetry / Richard Peabody

Night Golf

I hadn’t played golf since high school and knew I’d be way out of my league in a threesome with budding law partner Matt and Dr. Dave. They both owned custom-fitted clubs. Still, Night Golf sounded more appealing than my insurance adjustment gig. And it was fun until the zombies came ... Read More

Fiction / Richard Peabody