Publications

Seven Minutes

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Flash Fiction (1000 words or less)


My first publication!! I am honored that OPEN: JOURNAL OF ARTS & LETTERS chose this awkward, coming-of-age piece for its online selection. O:JA&L is sophisticated, captivating, and provides fresh perspective.

OPEN: JOURNAL OF ARTS & LETTERS

The Journey South of Snow

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Literary Fiction 


I really dig this one. It's about color and change and electricity and soul-searching and birds. I hope you love reading it as much as I loved writing it. 

And EASTERN IOWA REVIEW is amazing if you haven't discovered it yet.

EASTERN IOWA REVIEW

The Knobbed Elm

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Drabble (100 words)


  The bullet missed his head, four inches to the right. The horse fell hard and fast; the impact lifted sawdust from the barn floor. The man in the nut brown hat turned and left. Patsy Clyde was gone. Blood stained the trophy and Newt died inside. He knew the deal was bad. A second bullet entered Patsy, this one delivered by her best friend. She looked at Newt for the last time, questioning each brush stroke, each caress. Patsy would never ride again. Newt buried her underneath the knobbed elm. He leaned the trophy against its gigantic trunk and wept.

SAN ANTONIO WRITERS GUILD

Nebulous Infatuation

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Microfiction (100 words or less)


Tara showed up with dried vomit in her hair and the most beautiful dress I had ever seen. She walked to the keg and ordered two jocks to hold her legs. She looked like an inverted umbrella hanging from two trees. From a battered green couch in a room full of sin, I lit a joint. She sat next to me after she came down from her umbrella cloud. I blew smoke into her mouth and idolized her everything. She acted like she didn’t care and it made me nervous. She touched my face and everything was okay again.

CRACK THE SPINE DIGITAL LITERARY JOURNAL

Pride Is A Tall Fence

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Flash Fiction, <400 words


The man in the pea coat punched the tombstone until his knuckles shattered. He bandaged the hand with his sock and sat on the cold earth with one bare foot. He spoke of hate and love and regret and forgiveness, of how much his hand hurt and how small the world had become. He asked if he remembered the time they argued so loud it silenced them for decades; or when they were kids chasing butterflies instead of demons, when life tasted less bitter. He asked him to come back so they could start over again, somewhere in the middle.

FIREWORDS MAGAZINE

McGovern's Motors

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Flash Fiction, <500 words


Treehouse Literary Magazine was asking for submissions about a Brief Encounter, and I thought up this little story about a newly appointed Auto Sales Manager in quite a pickle. Check it out!

Treehouse

Resurrecting the Warbird

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Flash Fiction, <500 words


Glassworks Magazine recently picked this up for publication for its online edition, Flash Glass.  The relationship between a son and his father is more deeply realized through grief and, quite literally, picking up the pieces.

GLASSWORKS MAGAZINE

January, 1986

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Flash Fiction, <500 words


Peregrine Journal chose my brief, 165-word flash for publication in its next issue. I remember this day vividly - especially growing up in New England - and wanted to capture the light and dark of the Space Shuttle Challenger disaster through the eyes of a child. 

PEREGRINE JOURNAL

Downriver Guitar

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Literary Fiction


Rich with imagery and haunting notes, Downriver Guitar is my latest. the tiny journal has accepted this piece for an upcoming issue. Stay tuned to hear when it goes live.  

the tiny journal