publications

essays

short stories

The Beast

Craft Literary

"I’ll end up in the slammer right next to Cal,” I’d joked back then, but I grew nervous as the day went on.

flour baby

Guernica

In the glare of their derision she was simply shutting down, as though her life were a large switchboard and she was throwing one switch at a time.

we are holding our own

A Public Space

All that vanished time rattled around inside him like engine
knock.

skin

Epiphany

They're bankrupt, the letter says. I’ll have health care through the end of September, but afterward the company will be liquidated.

Q&A

Joyland

We both liked driving the quiet early morning roads underneath the sunrise. Tridents of light striking the cars we towed. Their owners sleeping somewhere.

Water burial

Hobart

Linus squeezed her hand and whispered, “It’s all right, babe,” but she got the sense that it was not.

plunge

Guernica

Three months after my father died, my blood clotted for the first time.

aerosol

One Teen Story

If you ruin this for me, I’ll never forgive you.

wild beating hearts

Okey-Pankey

Back then I’d been embarrassed of the lie. Now I think that it might have felt good to shock someone, to have, if only briefly, a secret life.

ENGINE

Phoebe

He tosses back a Jack Daniels and calls for another: a newly minted sad-sack drinker.