The Woolf Issue 3, November 2022

“…because back then I asked myself a simple question, why does this woman have a garden in her hair, crusty blood on her feet, how can things be so desolate between regions of glamor…”

Pulp Literature Issue 35, Summer 2022

“I have a friend who says, I have morals, I don’t do this or that, and then she does, like when she wears her ring on every photograph, letting it shine, letting it weigh, until she takes it off…”

Keeping It Under Wraps: Parenthood Uncensured, March 2022

“The paper whips through the air, until she finds an official looking document. She puts her finger on a word written in bold, solid and sick.”

Parracombe Prize 2020 Anthology

“He had a vague sense that his parents had lived through a different era, a history he didn’t know that was wrapped up tight and kept apart from the outside world, a history, ongoing, that was written into the dark brick of their house that had lived through two wars, a story that wasn’t communicated in words but echoed in the blunt look of their kitchen window above the table. A sense of time stopped, a clear awareness of absence.”

Litro Magazine, Online #Litrosunday, January 16, 2022

“Her hands were even bigger than his father’s, bigger than his face when he was born. But just like his father’s they moved at a steady pace. When her swollen knuckles burned, she let hot water run over the pain while washing dishes. At night, he watched grandma knit in front of the fireplace. She sat in her wide-armed chair next to his older brother’s wheelchair. His brother held the skein of red yarn between his pale hands and let the thread slide through his long fingers over limp legs.”

Rabid Oak Issue 19, Summer 2020

“If only love could save her from her body.”

Offshoots 14, 2017

“The Halloween party will be massive, a stew of kids from different high schools, including the all-boys boarding school they think of as exotic, making it more boys than girls. In other words, a lot of boys for when you are fourteen.”

Offshoots 13, 2015

“Men don’t like to know, it makes them nervous. The young woman smiled, as if she knew exactly what her doctor was talking about.”

Offshoots 12, 2013

“Then again, each of us is someone’s child. Maybe he is the one neglected. The man is far from telling me. He is a stranger taking a bus ride.”

Offshoots 11, 2011

“This city is packed with people who could enter my life at any point. I expect of the future more than I know of the present.”