This story first appeared in print in Ellipsis Zine. Enough time has passed that I thought I would share it on my blog.

Once a month at midnight, a redbird with wings like circus tents landed at 17 Riverstone Way. Tonight, it stood still on the lawn. Inside the home, Megan’s withdrawn face was pressed against the bedroom window.


They talked through the screen. Megan told her about school, how lunch was her favorite subject. Cynthia laughed like a cherry bomb, told her that eating pizza was better than pecking on rocks tossed by that boy three towns over. 


“Why don’t you just eat him? You’re big enough to do it,” Megan asked, her finger tracing circles in breath fog on the glass above.


“He’s just confused. I don’t hurt people, Megan. You know that.”


“Sorry. You’re a good bird.”


“And you’re a wonderful girl. Everybody says so.”


“Except them,” she said, pointing her thumb backwards. “They don’t say anything nice. Sometimes I wish I was a can of beer.” 


Cynthia tilted her head. “I think it’s time. You ready?”


“I don’t want to hear them yelling again. Let’s go.” She stepped through the window, climbed inside her friend’s golden beak.


They flew as one above snowcaps, rain forests, and oceans, eventually descending into a sweet-scented oasis called Tangerine. Megan caught everything at the same time, her walnut eyes darting from rejuvenated kids riding atop elephants and giraffes to glaciers made of vanilla cupcakes to flowing streams of bubbling cream soda.


“Go on now,” said Cynthia. “We only have a few hours before the sun wakes up and we fly back. Sing, play, do whatever you can’t do at home. I’ll be over here eating rocks.”


Megan’s laugh mimicked birdsong as she ran through a vibrant valley choked with marshmallow trees, popsicle flowers, and honey bees the size of grandfather clocks. She ran until her feet were drowning in cool morning dew. 


Powerball for Drifters

Welp, my new story Powerball for Drifters is live over at the wonderful Lost Balloon. Am I excited? Si. Am I grateful to Chelsea Voulgares for giving my tale a lovely home? Si. Has Lost Balloon published some of the most respected and talented writers out there? Si. Did I start parting my hair on the right for some unknown reason? Si.

Seriously, I am so grateful to Chelsea for publishing my piece. I know it’s corny and I’ve said it before, but if I can overcome a self-sabotaged past and find a morsel of validation from the writing world, then it should offer hope to anyone who has struggled at any point in their life. It’s never too late to find yourself. It’s never too late to believe in yourself. It’s never too late to part your hair on the right like an aging hipster doofus.

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Eaters of Fire

My story Eaters of Fire is live over at the wonderful Fictive Dream. It was truly a pleasure working the editor, Laura Black. A couple of months ago she sent me a file of images to choose from to pair with my tale. And sent another one closer to publication day just in case I thought it would be a better match. I stuck with the current image on the site, but it was refreshing to be included in the process. And rare. A lovely experience from beginning to end.

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The Gambler



Welp, I’m more than stoked to have my story The Gambler published by the phenomenal journal (b)OINK zine. A massive thank you to the editors Rob Parrish, Robert Vaughan, and Chelsea Laine Wells for giving my story a slick home. All three are respected and accomplished writers in the flash world. The first two issues of (b)OINK have included a who’s who of flash fiction. I can’t properly articulate how grateful I am for this opportunity. I will celebrate publication day by eating a bowl of homemade chia seed pudding because I’m nerdy and pretentious cool like that.

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There Is Wreckage


I’m so excited to have my story There Is Wreckage published by the hip Sick Lit. This journal is relatively new on the literary scene, but they are already making a name for themselves with the fantastic prose/poetry they’ve published so far. And a huge thanks to the editor Kelly Coody. She is generous with her lovely feedback and she’s wonderful to work with. Check them out.

You can read my story here