
Short Fiction & Poetry
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Browse my portfolio of over 100 pieces of short fiction and poetry, published in various magazines, anthologies, and journals!
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“Far Off Beauty” in Factor Four
The rose unfolded another petal across the Atlantic. Another wave of heat, killing all in its path. But she felt nothing from so far away. The space station elevator room ran a little chilly.
“The Terror of the Care Center” in Tall Tales TV
“I was a Russian code breaker in ’73,” Merina said. “You think dog is hard to figure out? You’ve been barking for 45 minutes.”
“Exercising Demons” in Sci-Fi Lampoon
The woman held her four demons back, leashed according to the law. “No, no, I meant exercise, m’dear! My darlings are quite tame, thank you.”
“These Geese, Man” in Daikaijuzine
These geese, man, they hunt /
In feral packs, snakes stacked /
On top of chicken breasts /
“The Mechanic” in Dark Cheer: Cryptids Emerging
When Lissa drove the long stretch to work from Omaha to Lincoln the past few days, her iMind just fuzzed out, like a TV station gone staticky.
“The Space Between Us” in Flash Fiction Online
Kodi had always known the distance between himself and the nearest pie.
“What a Flower Has Achieved” in Paper Lanterns Literary
Why do people ask, “When will you bloom?”
“Chainsaw Diary” in Cosmic Horror Monthly
The chainsaws do not stop.
Perhaps they can’t. Maybe hell contracted them to torture me, otherwise I might enjoy an average purgatory week working from home with just the yappy dogs next door to superimpose irritation.
“Unearthed” in Gwyllion
“He wanted to climb into the ground, reach into the soil. His green eyes had darkened to hazel, and the same urgency, that same tunneling desire, caught hold of her like a fever.”
“Lunch Break With Portals” in Theme of Absence
The number creatures—the Ints—wiggled on her screen, wringing their serifs, and shuffling in the small spaces between themselves. Deana knew how they felt.
“The Squirrelherd and the Sound” in Zooscape
Catherine didn’t much care for her job. It wasn’t that the squirrels gave her any lip. They had dental plans, 401Ks, and the whole caboodle after all. The Sound, though, that gave her the shudders.
“Shaken Loose” in Three-Lobed Burning Eye
Sometimes in the night, when the dogs stopped barking at the cars along Route 40, the house ceased settling, and the wind came to a rest in the branches of the old maple by the farmhouse, Rachel sensed them.
“Snigglesnaffed” in Intrinsick
Evelyn was on the way to her big meeting with the department heads, but the box of kittens on the side of the road read ‘take what you can’ and what was a middle-aged woman to do? Leave them?
Of course the freaking not.