My elevator pitch: “If you like Flannery O’Connor, Franz Kafka, and George Saunders, you could do worse than Joe Johnson.”

A year before the pandemic, I moved from central Washington to Portland. This city has shaped my stories so that they teem with urban wildlife, absurdism, and Palahniuk-infused minimalism. My stories are being tested in workshops and readings, refined into whip-smart and penetrating tales. Some have snuck out into publications.

I hope you enjoy.