Selected Fiction
A Musical in Winter
MudRoom Magazine
The leading lady was a high school student by the name of Judith Apple. Her name was often said in full, delicious as it was in the mouth. And Judith Apple, despite her age, had a sort of old Hollywood glamour about her. Her name, for one, which she refused to shorten.
Little Drama
Peatsmoke *2025 Best of the Net nominee
The wedding guests are escorted into the lobby of the Forrester Playhouse. Where the door widens, the pace quickens. Everyone spreads and finds a corner to huddle and speculate. Ushers, unaware, serve champagne. The guests mock toasts: To the happy couple!
We Ascend the Hill at Dusk
Alternative Milk Magazine
I see the light before I hear the siren. For a moment, it looks as if the trees are pulsing. To our left is a small clearing, allowing a narrow view of the river from which we came. There is a flashing blue light on the water. With each strobe, it jumps onto the bordering trees.
'Do you see that?' I ask Tucker, who has also frozen with curiosity.
When the ambulance appears at the base of the hill, I am reminded of the distance. Tucker and I have only spent 72 hours in the countryside, but already the ambulance looks foreign and misplaced here. As if transported from another time. Its wheels spin hard against the mud, and the truck slides and stalls. The driver honks, and through the windshield, I think I see him wave at us.