Stories and Poetry

Below you will find a selection of my published writing. Click on the links to read the works. Click here for a more comprehensive publication list.

Nonfiction


Snowfall
Published by The Ravens Perch

That morning was made all the worse because it had snowed the night before. Flakes that fell slow and parallel to the ground, as if they were laying themselves down. Arriving with a shared intention. Maybe to give my young daughter and me a reason to sit quietly and watch them. A blanket for the earth because didn’t my grandmother always say that the winters of heavy snows are better for everything? Read more


Roadways
Published by CRAFT

Along Route 322, an often-traveled roadway of my childhood, past the turnoffs for Annville, Cleona, and Quentin, a thing of exquisite and recurring beauty—an automobile salvage yard that everyone simply called “the junkyard.” Cars dumped and clumped, leaning affectionately into each other. A handsewn quilt of many colors rolling up and over the gentle hills so common in Central Pennsylvania. Read more


Centralia
Published by Eastern Iowa Review

Centralia was one of my childhood fascinations. A once vibrant coal town my family drove through several times a year on the way to visit relatives. It might have looked like a town built on a cloud, everything shrouded in white vapor, but it was more that a tiny piece of hell had managed to escape and lodge itself underneath the earth’s crust in Columbia County, Pennsylvania. Read more

Fiction


Elias Wolf
Published by The Broadkill Review

Elias Wolf is a perfect name for a vampire, and the Elias Wolf who lived in my hometown of Putnum, West Virginia, certainly looked the part. Tall and rail-thin. Lustrous, black hair tapping his shoulders. Skin earthworm pale. Read more


The Stranger
Published by Pacific Literary Review

By the light of an open-hearth fire, Garth squeezes the contents of his coat pocket. It is not unusual for him to keep his coat on after a long, frigid walk home from the tavern. Takes time to warm the deepest bones. Even if his mother heard him come in and decided to crawl out of bed to inquire about his night pulling taps at The King’s Key, she would not find it unusual, his coat still buttoned tight about his heaving chest. Read more


Eugenia
Published by Adelaide Literary Magazine

To reach the CITGO truck stop where I bought supplies, I rode my bike through the part of Ashton made of nothing but memories. All the structures were gone. Houses, stores, churches, schools taken by the state of Pennsylvania through eminent domain, condemned and later demolished. Still, there were hints of what once was. Cinderblock outline of a foundation that used to hold up life.  Read more