I thought my short stories might come together more easily if I had a theme, so I’m exploring silence. Last month was the silence of not...

The privileges of being unpublished and having a swiftly dwindling blog readership: I can moan and whine about being unread without...

Every now and then I run across a stranger so uniquely themselves that I feel a compulsion to sketch them out in sentences and...

This was supposed to be a melancholy, sweet story set shortly after WWII. I had grand plans of people wiping tears from their eyes at the...

Justin is the main character in the novel I’m working on. This story comes from me trying to follow him around and figure out the kinds...

The silence was the silence after everything has been said, and nothing has changed. They leaned on the fence together, a cold foot of...

I just wanted to use fiction to record some of my son’s antics. And then one thing led to another and suddenly I’m referencing a Greek...

I don’t read a lot of horror. But it impresses me that what I have read and seen frequently centers the real darkness of the tale on the...