D.V. Glenn is a graduate from the University of Wisconsin with an MA in Creative Writing; as a graduate student, he was awarded the Mae E. Gales Literary Award for short fiction. His fiction has “appeared” – with a muted poof, as though by inexplicable magic – in a number of lit journals publishing writing that has been scalp-scratchingly called innovative, cutting-edge, or even transgressive. His work has also been anthologized, a word which may be, to some, vaguely and darkly redolent of the word “lobotomized.”

His stories were called, by an anonymous assessor on Fiction Collective 2′s review panel, “An important new voice speaking to us throughout the stories in an array of vivid, unusual tongues, all of them full of intellect, passion and poetry. Moreover, the collection strikes one as having been written by someone whose literary sensibility is already fully formed.” D.V. Glenn wonders, however, what this kind reviewer meant by “already” and has more or less resigned himself to never knowing.

A child of the stolid Midwest, where he watched dairy cows hypnotically chewing cud sideways in Northern Wisconsin and listened to wind-fifed fields of corn in Rockwell City, Iowa, he is surprised to find himself living today in Southern California, with its constant landslide of loudness: this is not D.V. Glenn’s complaint, just an observation.

For now D.V. Glenn works the proverbial soul-novacaining 9 to 5 in a fluorescently lit corporation as a proposal writer. He refuses to name the corporation. In his elfin-sized cube, he attempts to practice what Eckhart Tolle calls presence, as an alternative to functioning as an embittered automaton all day. “Attempts” is the operative word here.

The stories in his debut collection “The Girl with Two Left Breasts” shine themes that fan halogen light on the shadowy landscape between seeking and finding, spotlighting boundaries between race, class and sex, illuminating the full spectrum of the human drama /comedy. These tales are told in vivid letter-opener prose that sometimes slices at the envelope of convention with a quirky, dual-edged humor.

The author was the winner of HEArt’s (Human Equity Through the Arts) annual fiction-writing contest, has been a Pushcart Prize nominee, and received the University of Wisconsin’s Mae E. Gales Literary Award when he was a graduate student.