Bleeding Girls Initiation Ritual
We arrive in the dark at the shortest night and cluster away from the pyre. We are nameless and unsure, bleeding without a wound. We count: forty of us against three of them. Still, we feel outnumbered. We rub our…
The Guillotine Reimagined
Happy to share that my flash fiction, "The Guillotine Reimagined," is published by Little Fiction. Thank you Troy Palmer, Beth Gilstrap, and Elvin Park for publishing my work. Below is the opening of the story and a link to the…
The Art of Revision
Inspired by multiple fundraising events in my neighborhood in Hoi An, I decided to donate my time and teach a writing class for the many authors that happen to live here.
School Visit: Siem Reap, Cambodia
What better way to celebrate World Book Day than at the International School in Siem Reap, where the teachers and students spent their afternoon playing literary quizzes and performed silent plays based on Grimm fairytales?
The Truth About Knowing
Femke knows it’s not sex. They’re still enjoying each other’s bodies, and he never smells of anything but himself. She trusts her nose, her hunter’s sense. It’s not sex.
Of Lace and Limitations
Outside the Rembrandt café was a tramp, a woman with the haunted look of the long-term unlucky. She was wrapped in layers of flannel and wool and sat hunched on the stoop, smoking a cigarette, blowing her breath against her…
