On the edge of Bratenahl

An ancient ghost of a train rattles across rusted rivets
It sings on the tracks of work once... [+]

Finalist - Jury America: color it in. Summer 2020 - Poetry
Short Fiction

The Bell Tower

Darkness filled the town, cold and soft. It slipped its fleecy layers around the corners, down chimneys and over the beds of the sleeping citizens. The only light present streamed from the moon’s... [+]

Qualified Set Stories Free 2018