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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.

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 […]

Five-Minute Friday: Quiet
I have a complicated relationship with quiet. My demands on quiet are probably not fair. Here are some of my […]
![Five-Minute Friday: Time [Warning: Shamelessly obvious boat metaphor at work. Since I couldn’t edit, I figured I’d commit.]](https://spurredgirl.files.wordpress.com/2016/01/ship-clock.jpeg?w=275)
Five-Minute Friday: Time [Warning: Shamelessly obvious boat metaphor at work. Since I couldn’t edit, I figured I’d commit.]
Take this sinking boat and point it home We’ve still got time Raise your hopeful voice, you have a […]

Five-Minute Friday: Reflect
“Her name was Connie. She was fifteen and she had a quick, nervous giggling habit of craning her neck to […]

Five-Minute Friday: Season
’Tis the season to be jolly…or a rude bitch. I pride myself on my intense passion for shopping in all […]

Feed the Parents
(a silly poem I wrote and did not revise one bit while I was supposed to be listening to an […]