Poetry, Horror, Psychological Thrillers
The emptiness was filled with journals to replace all the letters she’d never get to write, and tea pots with matching mugs for all the conversations left hanging in the air. She filled the mugs with tears of regret,...
Today, I have something different to share with you. It is a piece about my personal struggle with death. Over a decade ago, I lost three grandparents in under two-and-a-half years. I didn’t have time to cope with the loss...
In the author bios I submit to literary magazines with my stories, I often include a line that says I’m driven to “capture moments of human vulnerability.” Let me help you visualize what I mean. Think of a photograph that...
