Northwind Writing Award • May 2025 The Color of Heartache My essay won 2nd place in The Northwind Writing Award 2024, published in this anthology.
ELJ Editions • July 2023 Outlasting Angie Writers share their hearts, their limbs, their breasts -- even their teeth! -- in this stunning collection ...
Under The Gum Tree • May 2025 Shift A breeze swept off the water and into the car’s windows as we crossed the Tobin Bridge toward home.
The Memoirist Quarterly • May 2025 A Duality Within Me “Think of it like a raspberry,” he said. It was an odd visual, certainly, yet I followed his lead …
The Sandy River Review • June 2022 V Is In late winter, 2020, I—and the world—learned that V is for virus. Shapeless, unable to be seen, heard, smelled, tasted.
eMerge Magazine • January 2023 A Calling to Return I’m not sure why my mind keeps returning to my time on the hill, the remote hill in Vermont I so wanted to leave when I was eighteen and felt penned in by the smallness of it all.
Longridge Review • January 2022 Propped I was a late bloomer, learning to ride a bike. While most kids learn by Kindergarten, maybe first grade, it took me until the summer before fifth grade ...
Bacopa Literary Review • May 2025 Singultus I hiccupped and slid into the booth beside Shelly. Wiggled out of my down coat. It was March, slushy ...
Openwork • May 2025 Birds in a Yard, Men on Horseback My mother announces on a mild June afternoon, a Sunday, that she wants her birdbath moved.
Dorothy Parker's Ashes • May 2025 The Dread of a Shred I’ve had a headache for thirty days. OK, I’m lying. It’s closer to sixty, but sixty days sounds terribly long. Terribly scary.
Dorothy Parker's Ashes • May 2025 A Hole in the Head We’d arrived at the ER just after midnight, January 5, 2016—ironically, Mom’s eighty-first birthday.
The Mindful Word • June 2023 Soul Holidays A favourite quote I keep tacked to a bulletin board in my office reads: “One’s destination is never a place, but rather a new way of looking at things.”
Porridge Magazine • July 2021 Frickin’ Lion The mane streams behind the dog as it tears across weathered gray floorboards. “Frickin’ lion.”
Moxy Magazine • March 2020 Must I was at the final winery I’d be visiting in the Chianti region, seated at a long farm table with others I’d met only an hour earlier, enjoying wine pairings ...
Barren Magazine • June 2019 The Weight of Oars My brother Sean and I had a routine the summer we spent in hospital waiting rooms. He’d pull his laptop from a bag and work his way through a stack of ...
Paper Dragon • May 2025 The Price The revolving door into 75 Francis Street, one of three entrances into Boston’s Brigham and Women’s Hospital, conveys people from the city’s ...
Rubbertop Review • May 2025 See It snuck up on us, most of us. We see this now. Outside of a handful of specialists ...
X-R-A-Y Magazine • March 2020 The Pull I’ve felt the pull for years, to see what’s out there, how it differs from what I understand of the world.
(mac)ro(mic) • April 2021 Still There You were there, not conscious but in body, when they draped you, intubated and hooked you to a ventilator.
Plum Recruit • May 2025 What Matters Our neighborhood has a sidewalk chalk artist, and I think she’s a girl. Twelve, maybe thirteen.
433 • May 2025 Unrestricted Dispatch, from a May morning. The birds don’t know. They didn’t get the memo. Their songs ...
433 • May 2025 tracks Sunshine streams from a cloudless sky through leafless maple branches, winter white bright bathing a backyard ...
Y2K Quarterly • May 2025 Wake Me Up Wake me up when September ends, lyrics implore, beneath a lonely chord. Twenty years have gone so fast ...
Dream Journal • March 2021 Land Grab The buildings flow as one attached with lumber and nails and stories of conjoined life across two centuries.
Dream Journal • October 2020 At Waking It’s the news, it must be the news, I thought. Why else would I dream something so horrific?
Duck Duck Mongoose Magazine • April 2022 Mirth, in Terracotta Mounded moonbeam tickseed tickles your torso among day lilies that disco-dance in a breeze …
The Basilisk Tree • May 2025 Buoyant As spring springs and buds bud, soon petals push open and bees bumble. Everywhere, breezes.
Five Minutes • May 2025 Germie Kindergarten “show-and-tell” day. I trailed my brothers to school, clutching my Hanna-Barbera lunchbox ...
Five Minutes • May 2025 Lash Waltz A feathery kiss brushes my skin. Tingly, in the best possible way.
Unstamatic • November 2022 Resistance, in Yellow Yellow rose topiary, big blooms billowing atop ball, ruffled roses commanding attention. Admiration.
Gastropoda • August 2022 Release, in Blue Pinwheels of pain, blue and bursting, radiate from my shoulder, furious fireworks lit and launching off …
Olit • May 2025 Puff She puffs and the flame, bending and swaying at the top of the solitary birthday candle at the end of her solitary birthday song, extinguishes.
Gastropoda • August 2022 Struggle, in Orange Orange, the color of sunsets missed all summer as I retreated to a bedroom, shades drawn. Orange in my core simmers, boils, erupts into my neck, my temples ...
Eucalyptus and Rose Magazine • May 2025 Abode She feels January in her joints, her bones a built-in bellwether to barometric bounces …
Welter • May 2025 Bands of Honey We plod in silence through slices of the Sahara the color of honey: wavy and warm, like the honey we spread on the morning’s sliced bread that we ate with fresh pomegranate and ...
Backstory • May 2025 Irish Green I am from an Irish Clan’s love,strong as bedrock, deep as ocean. The baby in the family almost taken, decades after baby fat grew lean.