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The Garfield Lake Review, 2021

Discovered an interloper in my mailbox this afternoon! The 2021 edition of The Garfield Lake Review is stunning, thanks in no small part to a gorgeous oil painting cover by Abigail Licht titled, “Despair”. Lots of great prose and poetry in here as well alongside the visual art, including meditations on quarantine, the impact of COVID-19 on families and individuals, and the struggles of coming of age in a world defined by dualities. My contribution, … Continue reading “The Garfield Lake Review, 2021”

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Beyond Words Issue 11, February 2021

The work collected in each issue of Beyond Words magazine is vibrant, eclectic, and moving, showcasing emerging writers and artists worldwide. I’m proud to see one of my pieces appear in Issue 11 this year! Check out “Dust to Dust” on page 26 in the digital edition, or if you’re feeling fancy you can order a physical copy. (I did this—you won’t regret it, they’re gorgeous.) And if you’re a fan of the stunning art … Continue reading “Beyond Words Issue 11, February 2021”

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Sand Hills 2020 Online Exclusive

Be sure to check out Sand Hills Lit Mag’s 2020 Online Exclusive! This whirlwind of fiction, poetry, and art is both haunting and effervescent by turns, and will linger with you long after reading—like pork fat and Santa Cruz tortillas. I’m delighted to share that my poem “Make welcome, Devourer” appears in this collection, joining the work of many estimable poets, authors, and artists. Keeping good company, as they say. The full issue is available … Continue reading “Sand Hills 2020 Online Exclusive”

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The Initial Scythe Prize Collection

“Mrs. Anna Schaap sank to the scarlet whorled rug on her living room floor. She did not cry. The creature in the mirror before her was not human. Eyes, hair, and an ostentatious nose, all sat in the places those features ought to be. The eyes blinked. The nose drew in air. But the face did not live. It was a face, a little pale face, unremarkable against any other olive-cheeked, paste-eyed face. Her hand … Continue reading “The Initial Scythe Prize Collection”