About Robin_Slick
I am a rock music obsessed fiction writer living in downtown Philadelphia with a strong desire to jump into a time machine and land in London during the 1960s. I am the author of Three Days in New York City and its evil littlesequel, Another Bite of the Apple, light-hearted erotic novels published by Mundania/Phaze Press. I'm also editor and contributor of a short story collection, Thirty Nine and Holding...Him and the soon to be released Volume II, 39 and Still Holding. My short story "Daddy Left Me Alone with God" appears in the anthology, Rebellion - New Voices of Fiction, published by Rebel Press in July 2006.
You can find my work in print and on the web everywhere from heady places like In Posse Review and Slow Trains Literary Journal to give-heady places like Clean Sheets and Playgirl Magazine. I live vicariously through my rock star daughter -- bass player extraordinaire, Julie Slick, and her amazing drummer son, Eric Slick -- who were featured in the Picturehouse Films documentary, Rock School, and are now members of the Adrian Belew Power Trio.
Opium, Narrative, Jambase, Smokelong Quarterly, Juked, In Posse Review
Anything ever written by Neil Gaiman
Big Boy by David Sedaris (because I am one sick puppy)
Town House by Tish Cohen
My Stories
- Aging hippie snarls at Bonnaroo lineup
- I promise to tolerate one hipster.
- First vegetarian Thanksgiving. Bring on
dessert! - Don't wanna be Twitter trending topic
- Mom's unconventional birds/bees talk: Masturbate
- And I was worried about diapers...
- I am my daughter's evil twin
- Normal person becomes psychotic on Twitter
- Kids turned me into Groupie Mom
- Well, at least I tried it
- Blocked writer yearns for brain colonic
- Let me be your vile trollop
- Saw his CD collection and fled
- I love him despite his mullet
- Married, divorced, now somehow living together
- Having midlife crisis; want purple dreadlocks
- My Brilliant Career
- They grew up, I did not.
- Happily married is a great oxymoron
- Her marriage: Sleeping with farm animals.
- A vegan shouldn't marry a pig
- Her hand worked better than his.
- Babyboomer wonders: What the hell
happened?


