stories and publications
My Bird bill | 2020
It was a contraption that started at her elbow and ended in two curved metal pincers that opened up to
accept my hand
Sam, Adrienne and the Big FisH | 2019
Her scent washed over me as she got to her feet. Not pears exactly, but pear blossoms
the Promise | 2017
Driving home that day through heavy fog near Ravenna with the package on the seat next to me, I nearly threw it out the window twice.
Can I Ask You a Question? | 2017
“No, I can’t buy you a wedding ring and you might want to smoke that somewhere else, this is a gas station.”
COMpany | 2016
"Gay? Yes. Older? Yes. Lovers? No."
THE GULF | 2019
The Gulf Coast beach was deserted, not a person, not a bird, not a sound.
HELLO? | 2018
The pay phone at 14th street and 1st Avenue, south east corner is ringing. I pick it up.
The stick of gum | 2017
Big Bill Dean, the manager of Dot’s Bar and Dance next to the A-OK Motel in Fordyce, Arkansas was not too pleased with the band he’d hired that night.
The Room | 2016
"If she wanted to play Bonnie to my Clyde, she might come looking for me."
Tire | 2016
"He felt different this summer, and as fall approached, he was no longer ashamed, and that was a good thing."
the girl at the door | 2016
"Harry looked beyond the girl but saw nothing, no fire or smoke, only darkness and freezing rain."