Day 1, continued “Dear Mrs. Langley. I wish you and your family only the best of health during this unsettling […]
All the Little Thank-Yous: A Teacher Appreciation Week Story
Day 1 Mrs. Langley had no idea when she woke up on Monday, May 4, that it was Teacher […]
The Pain is in the Details: A Guest Post for Black Fox Lit Mag, April 2017
MFA Myopia: The Pain is in the Details
“The Implants”: A Story Published in The Corner Club Press, February 2017
Fairgrounds: A Story Published in Black Fox Magazine, August 2016
“Fairgrounds,” Issue 14 (Summer 2016), p. 134
Spoiled: A Story Published in Bartleby Snopes Magazine, July 2015
When the meat plant caught fire, a month after Anna and Kent returned from their June honeymoon, at first the smarting charcoal air reminded them of their housewarming barbeque (the evidence of a clueless cook that sets a blaze, stoked on love), but then it bothered them so they closed the windows and moved through it…
Keep It Moving: A Story Published in Clarion Magazine, October 2016
The night air smelled of alligators.
Marty drove the Suburban down the wet boulevard that extended like a black tongue. Mangrove trees lunged at the truck from both sides, their gnarled limbs mired in the marshland. How different this ride felt from the morning walk he had been taking in the opposite direction toward Jerry’s Marketplace to buy the daily paper, when the birds whistled at him and jewels of sunlight winked through the leaves as if to herald his homecoming. Now, he knew that if he pressed the accelerator to the floor, he would catapult the entire family into San Carlos Bay.
The Extra Mile: A Story Published in Visitant Literary Magazine, August 2016
Before the boy’s cleats tore up the Southern grass one last time, before he saw his father on the sidelines, creasing his Army uniform to wipe the dirt from his shoes, before his father left again, before the divorce almost happened. Before his mother moved him and his sister North to the town of The King Unwilling, of witch trials and psychoses on the old village hill. Before the boy faded out and withdrew, pressed his pen to paper, engraved his troubles in a yielding canvas. Before he was the variable in the Algebraic equations, before the brown-haired girl was the answer.
Stop Talking and Adopt a New Attitude
In the wake of Al Trautwig’s horribly insensitive tweets about Simone Biles and her parents (who also happen to be […]
Five-minute Friday: Easy
Easy. It’s one of the worst insults that a teacher can endure. It’s a goal that stays consistent for me […]