Brandon Getz

 

 

 

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Professional Writing
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Outside Wheeling

They got a ride as far as Clarington, then another, in the bed of a black pickup, up the river to Wheeling. The door to Amber’s father’s house was boarded, and someone had painted pervert on the side of the house and someone had painted crosses and someone had painted Andrew Lynch is God and someone had broken all the windows. That was the first night they slept in Amber’s father’s bed, in that little house outside Wheeling. They slept with all their clothes on, on his mattress. They slept without blankets or sheets. They slept facing each other, her cold hand gripping his.

Read more at Per Contra

Delmarva Radio Theatre #1: Robot on a Park Bench

A full-cast radio adaptation of my Pushcart-nominated short story "Robot on a Park Bench," published in The Delmarva Review Volume 7, October 2014.

"The robot’s knees had rusted in the autumn rains. He lifted each leg, exercising the oxidation out of the joints. According to his barometric sensors, there would be precipitation within the hour. More complications for his joints. A silicon frame, like the one the facility gave to newer models, might have been preferable: lightweight and unrustable. But everything has its flaws. In any case, he hadn’t been given the choice..."

Listen at Delmarva Public Radio

"Wacky, Weird, & Wolfish" Interview by Gwendolyn Kiste

GK: Until recently, your background as a fiction writer was mostly in the literary genre, but with your current serial, Lars Breaxface, Werewolf in Space, you are segueing into speculative fiction. How, if at all, has that transition changed your approach to writing?

BG: My stories have always tended toward the weird. A man’s mid-life crisis unfolding in a taxidermy factory. A widower and his baby daughter visited by demons. A mysterious bottle of unicorn tears, or the strange white neighbors next door. With Lars Breaxface, Werewolf in Space, though, I think I’m just cranking the weird-o-meter up to 11. It’s a send-up to all the sci-fi and monster movies I’ve been watching since I was a kid, and I’m trying to keep it as ridiculous as possible. My ten-year-old self would love it..

Read more at GwendolynKiste.com

Lars Breaxface, Werewolf in Space

It was a Tuesday. In a grungy space saloon called the Pickled Quasar, some Siskelian asteroid smuggler said something about Mrs. Breaxface, his sainted mother, and Lars growled like a rabid moondog. He tossed his pint of purple toward the dim light of the rafters, punching that smuggler and each of his crew in the chin before the glass crashed and shattered and purple mixed with bloodspatter on the chockablock steel floor of the bar. Because that’s what Lars Breaxface does. That’s who Lars Breaxface is: He is a puncher of chins.

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Small Things (Poem)

How the moon affects water
in a bathroom sink
How a dragonfly lights on the stem
of a broken wineglass.

How, in February 1988, my sister was born
blue-faced, cord around her neck. The size
of the casket lowered into frozen earth
only days later.

Read more at Barzakh Magazine

White People

The husband—Mr. White, my wife called him—mowed his lawn in shorts and a t-shirt. Mrs. White sunbathed on a plastic lounger, big moviestar sunglasses covering her eyes. She never turned a shade darker; if anything, her skin and hair became more radiant. Midge and I would argue about this, me insisting that the wife was whiter, Midge replying that Mr. White was the brighter of the two. But when we saw them side by side, framed inside their open front door, when we took over a plate of macadamia cookies, any differences in whiteness were only a trick of the light. A certain shadow on the cheek or the elbow. The white people were simply an absence of color, from their eyebrows to their fingernails, white as a blank sheet of typing paper.

Read more at The After Happy Hour Review

The Number 9 Train

The train arrived with a hydraulic whisper. Women shuffled first into its wide airlock doorway, several men behind them, Ethan last. As the airlock hissed shut, he turned and touched the cold chrome door as if looking for a doorknob, an exit button. Through its round porthole, the brightness of the station blurred and disappeared, giving way to the black of the tunnel, then to the gray ellipse of morning.

Read more at Paragraphiti

Bio


Brandon Getz was born and raised outside Pittsburgh, PA. His first stories were about monsters that he drew with his crayons. Monster tales then led to hand-drawn comic books bound in construction paper (ages 8 & 9), his first book without pictures (a 64-page handwritten science-fiction story called A Dangerous Dude, age 10), his second (Codename: Blades, another sci-fi narrative about space commandos, which took him more than 2 years to complete), and high school years rife with rhymed poetry, sad song lyrics, and a couple of morbid short stories. 

Throughout his undergraduate years at the University of Pittsburgh campus in Johnstown, PA, he continued writing, publishing stories and poems in the campus literary journals, in addition to acting, directing, and writing several one-act plays. He earned his bachelor's degree in English Writing in 2007 and began an MFA program at Eastern Washington University (Spokane, WA) in 2008, where he was a fiction editor for Willow Springs literary magazine and taught creative writing to at-risk and homeless youth. He was also the emcee for the Spokane Poetry Slam, forging a literary partnership between the MFA program and local poets.

Since graduating with his MFA, Brandon has lived in Buenos Aires, Argentina, and Philadelphia, PA, re-settling in his home city of Pittsburgh. In 2013, he began editing book-length manuscripts for Dorrance Publishing (Pittsburgh) and transitioned to working full-time as a freelance copyeditor in 2016. He continues to write poetry and fiction, publishing in various print and online journals. He is currently working on a story collection and a serialized adventure novel about a werewolf in space.

 

 

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