“Yellow Christmas Lights” from Not Mad

New piece from Not Mad Magazine!


I remember, once, asking her why. Asking her why she still looked out the window like he was coming home.” Read more here.


“This Isn’t Real” on WhiskeyPaper

My God, I love WhiskeyPaperI’m so incredibly honored to have a story on their site. Seriously, so. honored.



Once, when I was younger, I read that twins often have the same dreams. Jimmy and I had tried it, of course. We’d hold hands as we fell asleep, thinking this would strengthen our mental connection, or something. In the mornings, we’d compare our dreams. He’d tell these wild and vivid tales of monsters or motorcycle gangs. He’d tell me how he leapt from cloud to cloud in his dreams, not afraid of falling. Every morning, he’d tell me this, and every morning, my answer was the same: “I don’t remember.”


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“Cartography of a Girl” in Synaesthesia Magazine

Very, very honored to be a part of Synaesthesia’s ATLAS issue. A lot of love from a lot of talented people went into this beauty.

Art work by Nick Coad
Art work by Nick Coad


That’s how it always was—me, trying to make connections visible, trying to be a map that Daddy could look at, and always, eventually, having the lines scrubbed away.

When I was older, and Dad was gone, I became a different kind of map, made entirely of boys who had visited me.

Read the rest of “Cartography of a Girl” as well as the entire ATLAS issue here.

“Everything Dies in the Fall” in The Vignette Review


The fall issue of The Vignette Review is out, and included amongst wonderful pieces by very talented writers, is my short story entitled “Everything Dies in the Fall.”


I remember one day, as we were running through the corn field, I commented on how pretty the stalks looked, and how I wished things could stay like that forever.

“They can’t,” Junior remarked. “Everything dies in the fall.”

And then we kept on searching for the missing girls.

Read the rest here.

“Mama” on Visual Verse

So, Visual Verse is this amazing website that supplies you with an image to base your short-short around. I recently discovered it, and I’m already in love. I wrote a piece for them, supplied with this image:

visual verse

(Image by Megan Archer)

“Once the doctors told Pa that Mama was brain dead, he started drinking an awful lot. I’d come home from school, sweat rolling down my back from the hot September sun, and the whole place would smell like bourbon. One time—the only time there was even a drop left—I put the bottle to my lips to understand what it was like to be an adult. I’ll never forget the taste.”

Check out the full piece: “Mama“.