Welcome to my website, which is basically an archive of my writing and visual art. Over 70 pieces of my creative writing—mostly fiction, but also some poetry and memoir—have been published or are forthcoming from journals and anthologies including Flash: The International Short-Short Story Magazine, Pithead Chapel and Nanosim. For links to some of my work and websites of publications where I’ve been published, go to the Writing page.
I earned my Master’s of the Arts in English and Creative Writing with a focus on Fiction Writing from Longwood University in 2009. Since then, I’ve taught university-level English and writing, and I’ve also worked as a book designer, bookseller, tutor, editor and freelance writer. Today, I’m happy to serve as Editor-In-Chief of a literary journal on Twitter called Tiny Text (@Tiny_Text), Fiction Editor for the Santa Fe Literary Review, and to be a Fiction student in the MFA at the Institute of American Indian Arts in Santa Fe, New Mexico.
I’m revising my first novel right now, and I’m probably writing some flash fiction and taking photos along the way. If you’d like to buy photography or handmade zines, get in touch anytime via the Contact page or at email@example.com.
Published (sans title) by Nanoism (March 2015).
My Deepest Regrets
I regret little: cutting my sister’s arm on accident; breaking Granny’s stained-glass; running over my neighbor’s cat; denying it all later.
“Mask 4 Mask” photo series from the Offroad Productions show A Day With(out) Art: Santa Fe. All taken on iPhone using Hipstamatic app.
“Dissolve” limited edition photo series from the Strangers Collective show Long Echo. All unedited iPhone photos.
“Blue Sky Gold” photo and handmade zine series from the Strangers Collective show Narrows. All taken on iPhone, most using Hipstamatic app.
“Self-Portrait of the Southwest” photo series from the Strangers Collective show Trouble Vision. All taken on iPhone using Hipstamatic app.
Published in the Amore: Love Poems anthology (Spring 2016).
Under mango green
sheets, down comforter
the tropical colors of
papayas’ and cantaloupes’
inner fruit, your walls pomegranate
avocado furniture, ceiling a bright plum
We would slurp mango slices
on piled pillows, legs tangled together
juices dripping from our wrists
your soft chin, lips skating
across the heel of a hand
trailing sticky liquid behind
I never got to tell you how
those tastes influenced me
my love of fleshy unknown fruits
of lush brazen women, the way
I still think of you when I savor
sweet juice creeping down my chin
Published in the Santa Fe Literary Review (2017).
The Contents of My Purse
Gum to chew when you’re talking over me; keys; cell phone and charger, obviously; glitter pens to absentmindedly swirl your name, those fat Sharpies to blot it out; tampons for surprises—including, to be clear, nosebleeds and spills; that book you told me to read forever ago, with no bookmark and not even one page dog-eared; a smooth stone you found way back when we used to walk by the river every week; business cards—mostly other people’s, but a few of the ones for my paintings with my old phone number crossed out; my name tag from work, a smear of long-dried-but-still-sticky gravy over the last three letters; wallet, stuffed thick with receipts and pictures and credit cards I can no longer use; a small notebook for random reminders, phone numbers, grocery lists and angry notes to shove under your door; quarters for downtown parking on the off-chance you offer to pay for dinner—even just coffee—if we meet up; a plastic airplane bottle of chardonnay; mace for might-be-muggers; that ring you gave me, the prongs around the little glass gem crowned with lint; a coupon for two-for-one steak dinners, probably already expired; the first—only?—letter you ever wrote me—the envelope folded in half and in half again, then tucked into a side-pocket and accidentally through a tear in the lining—the scent of your cologne still lingering rich and spicy on the crisp paper, perfuming my bag from silky depths I can never quite seem to find.