Real encounters with a feathered phantasma Published in: Appalachia Winter/Spring 2023 As a child, I thought the word magic meant “not...

Currently Unpublished I twist open the jar, insert a hand, and scoop out some salted nuts. With an inquiring finger, I search for a dear...

Published in Belle Ombre September 2019 “Do you know where you’re going?” Genuine concern edged the driver’s voice as he stood at the...

My skin is furrowed like bark, my limbs feel ready to break, and I detect a certain softness to my core.

Suddenly, she plunges straight down, heading for ground at a frightening speed. I see arms and legs now, and I gasp, not knowing whether her

JP, a man in his thirties, has escaped from Walla Walla State Penitentiary and is fleeing to Canada by hitchhiking. At Snoqualmie Pass,...

He raised his eyebrows as if to ask, “do you understand?” and his smile brought forth appealing cheekbones and the flit of a dimple in his

He set down the machete and pulled the two halves apart, revealing the treasure inside. Michelle stared in awe at the tight cluster

Obsidian black eyes, ghost-gray face, a crown of white feathers radiating skyward: a shaman’s mask. Even from a distance, the power of the a

Published in the Kelp Journal, this essay reflects on my encounter with penguins in New Zealand

Published in Newfound for the spring 202 issue on "Virtual Realities."

Published in Flyway Journal of Writing and Environment 2020. This essay reflects on life after death for trees and humans alike.