Geoffrey Edmund Fox's Writings
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Short Story
May.03.2009
Ink Pot Special Edition, Short Story & Flash Fiction Contest Winners, December 2003
In a doorstoop on Sarphatistraat, beyond the curve of the Prinsengracht and two short blocks from the Amstel, a young man bellows. There are few strollers to startle on this quiet street at a little past seven on a Saturday evening. Only a couple of middle-aged tourists, standing at the trolley stop across the way, jerk their heads up from a map and stare. The...
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Short Story
May.03.2009
Exquisite Corpse - Summer 2000
Salvador, Brasil, 24 de dezembro-- In the narrow, high-ceilinged room, the little beds leave a gap between the mattresses even when we push the thick wooden frames together as hard as we can, so we can lie only very close together or apart. Together, then apart.The pale gray walls, unadorned but for a faded poster of Bahia’s “igrejas” — the old churches — and a...
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Short Story
May.03.2009
Small Spiral Notebook
Anna’s gaze roved over the tightly clustered zinc roofs glinting in the sunlight like fish scales on the beach or, Ted thought, pieces of armor left scattered on a battlefield. A bolero blared from the jukebox in a cantina across the way, where three or four dim figures lurked in the shadows, away from the overbright, overhot, unmusical squalor of the slum at...
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Short Story
May.03.2009
Milk Magazine
In the mail are two notes from women in his recent past. One says, “I want to see you.” The other says, “I want to kill you.” The latter is scrawled in red felt marker across the face of a postcard he had once sent to another woman from Italy. The former is in neat, round script in lavender ink on the margin of a page from Rilke. It arrived in an airmail...
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Short Story
May.03.2009
In Posse Review
In the land of Nebbia, the mistiest part of Etruria, it was the month of Agnosto, when anything can happen, and Melliflua was pondering what to do about the fauns. For in Agnosto almost all the boys, even the nicest, turned at least partway into goats. And some of them even went way too far and became goats entirely, with wispy beards and wet noses and hair all...
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He was like a man who had served a term in prison or had been to Harvard College or had lived for a long time with foreigners in South America.”
—Carson McCullers on Jake Blount, in The Heart is a Lonely Hunter
About Geoffrey
After graduating from Harvard, I worked in Venezuela and other Latin American countries, finally getting a Ph.D. in sociology (Northwestern U.) and teaching and writing on Latin American themes. I began writing fiction later, including a book of short stories...
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Causes Geoffrey Fox Supports
Amnesty International, Médecins Sans Frontières