Diagnosing the Body

The first time I end up in the mental ward, I swear it’ll be the only time… a short memoir.
A Story is a Moment of Change

One of the first exercises that we were assigned during my writing studies at UNC Asheville was the “circular story”. In a page or so, we were to write a complete narrative. The caveat, of course, was that the story had to begin and end “in the same place”…
The Liturgy of the Word

A flash memoir on loss and religion, this piece was originally published in the print edition of the 2012 edition of Headwaters, UNCA’s creative arts magazine.
Writing is a Long and Winding Road

All we can do is take Things day by day… I have a confession to make: I am a slow writer. Like snail’s pace slow. Like sloth-migration slow. Like glacier creating a lake bed in granite during the deepest depths of an ice age slow. I blame most of this literary sluggishness on the fact…
Let’s Start Something New

Scribbler, scratcher, new first drafter, how does your garden grow?
The Wintertree

An exclusive prequel short story from the world of The Ravenscourt Tragedies for subscribers to my webfiction.
We Are Made to Bloom

And then there are the drifters, the wanderers, the ones that float away on wind and water… a fantasy short story.










