A cop without a beat. Not so unlike a writer without a story. He could only fantasize how he’d realize his deepest desire: to fire those weapons in a glorious blaze of noise and carnage.
Hobie Anthony was raised on the red clay of Georgia, cut his teeth on the hard streets of Chicago, and now roots into the volcanic soil of Portland, Oregon. He can be found or is forthcoming in such journals as Fourteen Hills, Fiction Southeast, [PANK], Housefire, Crate, Ampersand, Birkensnake, Connotation Press, and many more. He earned an MFA from Queens University of Charlotte. He writes experimental novels. hobieanthony.com.
