Writing

PUBLISHED PROSE.

Upcoming in October 2022 “Four Card Trick” in The Windsor Review. [Details to come]

Upcoming in January 2023 “Clearly Very Junior” in Breathe Magazine. [Full text to come]

July 2022 “Sea Otters” in Ricepaper Magazine. [Full text available online]

November 2021 — “Destination Wedding” in Island Writer Magazine. [Cover] [Table of Contents] [First Page]

August 2021 “Theory of Evolution” in Ricepaper Magazine [Full text available online].

UNPUBLISHED PROSE.

Read (currently unavailable as under consideration for publication) my novelette (18k words / 90 min. read) about Spain and the-grass-is-greener syndrome, The Excellent Person

“Lalo,” she said. “You are back.”
“Don’t sound so surprised,” Ted said. He noticed she used usted instead of . “I told you I would be, didn’t I.” He pushed the glass over to her across the counter. “Take some.”

Read my novelette (15k words / 75 min. read) about two childhood best friends who make a big sexual mess right before the Gentleman’s Singles final at Wimbledon, The Singles Champion

The chair umpire frowned, but only said thirty-fifteen. The crowd murmured and hushed again, while the lineswoman held up her hand to indicate she was okay.
“Close shave,” Harry said, whistling. “Remember Dubai?”
Lydia adjusted her sunglasses against the three-p.m. sun drumming down on her walnut hair, wishing she had brought a hat. She reached for her glass. “Do I,” she said.

Read my novella (23k words / 115 min. read) about Tofino and finding your place at the edge of the West Coast, Born Away

Mina pulls out a chair to finish the rest of the pizza. “I’m new here in ‘Naimo. I guess you know that. How long you’ve been in Tofino?”
“Three years,” he says. Sometimes, it feels like one. Today, it feels like longer.
“The ‘Mo and the ‘No,” Mina says. “You like it?”
He has to think a moment before he answers. Yes, is easy to say, but feels simplistic given his recent doubts. Mother always said let your yes be a simple yes, let your no be a simple no, as the Bible instructed. He does not want to put the town down either.
“Well enough,” he says.

Read my short story (12k words / 60 min. read) about two teenage girls taking acting lessons to learn how to cry properly, Saline Season

I squeezed my buttocks. “We’ve decided to take classes to cry better.”
“Does…she know why you want to do this?”
“No. She just thinks I want to be an actress.”
Mother had looked alarmed. “You? An actress?”

Read my short story (14k words / 70 min. read) about a researcher/aspiring novelist and her much-younger friend, spending one night in Paris, pondering the cost of great art, Les Iconoclastes

“I don’t think it’s actually in me, the book,” Léon says.
For a moment, the sun is in my eyes and I have to blink against it. I think he’s joking.
“But maybe I’m actually like those jeunesse who want to, but—”
“Wait a minute,” I say, lifting my hand to my forehead.
“—But ask if they really have to read, in order to write.”

Read my short story (12k words / 50 min. read) tribute to breakups and dogs, Canine Weather

For the fourth time in as many years, they were confronted with the problem of who would take Lucy if, this time, they really did break up

Read my short story (4.5k words / 23 min. read) about a mother’s belief in Christian Science healing and the power of a cake, Cake

“You can go back to San Francisco, but don’t you come off the mountain,” Magda had quoted her professor on her return. And she certainly had not; she’d set up residence there. Every morning at breakfast, Florence shifted the Christian Science Monitor Magda left beneath her plate, unread, to the farthest corner of the table, with a note reading no thanks, and every night she held in her pee too long, waiting for Magda to move into a different room so Florence could sprint to the toilet.

UNPUBLISHED POETRY.

Read a poem tribute… (currently unavailable as under consideration for publication)