It’s easy to disappear in the dampness of this town. Twelve moons ago, my mother wandered through a murky labyrinth of streets and bridges, crossing canal after canal—like I do now—leaving no footsteps. Cold air snakes across her face and…

On September 12, I’ll be reading from new and published work in the Muntpunt Grand Café in Brussels, where I'll share the stage with author Kaite Welsh. Be welcome and join us for a drink and literary exchange.

Our six phones flatline before we arrive. The world that wears us down is out of reach. We alight from the car feeling airy and free. It's not our baggage that keeps us from floating; it's the weight of our…

Vic had his eye on a promise, a potentially fixable cool box buried underneath the junk. He was digging it up when the rain, only nagging before, began to bucket down. He rushed to the edge of the dump and…

I felt vulnerable, as anyone would when lying half undressed on a table with their legs spread in metal stirrups and the hands of a stranger touching them, their labia, their cervix—my body. "Try to relax," the doctor said.

I’m very happy to announce that my story “New Leader” published in Cheap Pop in 2018 was selected for the Wigleaf Top 50. Two other stories, “Clean Hands” (published in Monkey Bicycle) and “Limbo Land” (published in Lost Balloon) made…