I have three more short stories coming out this year! "The Ballad of Daphne Dark," a witchy, feminine-rage piece, will be featured in Contrarian Publishing's Curses, Charms, and Other Enchantments anthology (Summer, 2026). "The Lost Girl," a skin-curling horror, will be published in 96th of October's summer issue (June 1, 2026). And "Mother Moon," a mysteriously, magical middle grade story, will be featured in an independently published anthology, National Magic: Hikes and Hexes, for young readers (all proceeds go to preserving our national parks; Fall, 2026). For now, enjoy my pubbed works below.

Short story published in Dark Horses: The Magazine of Weird Fiction, February 2026
Above a swanky piano bar on 73rd and Lexington, there’s a second bar, a quainter, much quieter bar. It can be accessed from any door, anywhere, at any time, so long as the entrant has been selected to live life in-between, and the time is of the present or the near-future. No go-sie backsies, unless of course, the go-sie backser is returning from the near-future to the present...

Short story published in Elegant Literature Magazine, September 2023
My girlfriend died three days ago. No back alley barter, no hold up. Just two quick shots to the head. Twenty-four hours later her car appeared across three chop shops in South End, all its goodies missing. No stereo, no catalytic converter, and whatever shit we had in the back was gone. Same time…ish, I figured out the world wasn’t what it seemed...

Short story published in Elegant Literature Magazine, June 2023
When they slap your window at two AM, flexing their badge and thumbing their Glock, you get up, nod, show ‘em your keys, and move out. They don’t want you clogging up the street; you don’t want them flashin’ red and blue. Shit’s annoying. Plus, they flash and every mother fucker around knows your make and model like that...

Short story published in Elegant Literature Magazine, May 2023
To the Everliving this is but a game. And hope—simple, stupid, cheap hope—is all they’ll ever need to gather players like me. They know it, I know it, and yet we, me and the seven other hungry women in this cage, bet our lives against all odds that hope will bend in our favor. If never before, then today. Just today. Just this once..

Essay published in Writerly Magazine, June 2022
I’ve always been a runner, an escapist looking for a way out. But both running and escaping are funny terms. They imply leaving, getting away from, abandoning, yet so often fail to disclose—but by their very nature entail—the result of the venture. The deliverance component. There is no ‘running from’ without ‘arriving at,’ no ‘escaping the old’ without ‘discovering the new’...
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