I am a regular contributor for Quail Bell Magazine, a lovely little space for the strange and fantastical. Here are my pieces as they currently stand.
There’s a saying in my family: you can’t outrun your ghosts.
My fall from Catholicism was less like a stone plummeting from a cliff and more like a feather floating.
This isn’t a costume party, and Misfortune doesn’t bother wearing a mask.
The bell rings over the shop door, immediately followed by the sound of Kizzy’s head smacking into the counter.
I never realized I needed to come out of the closet. For most of my life, I didn’t even realize there was a closet.
I sent her to a hospital on a Saturday night.
Let me begin by stating aloud that I, in fact, do believe in astrology. However, I also believe that astrology is bullshit.
She was days away from ruling the world.
My life has been a series of increasingly successful efforts to live in a pop punk song.
There likely isn’t a woman in history that gave as few fucks as Annie Smith Peck.
Most of the time, Twitter is the bastion of cat pictures and five-minute internet memes. Other times, it becomes a gladiator pit, featuring a battle with much larger implications.
The headstone stands outside the cluster of the cemetery, alone beneath a cedar tree.
Peter first laid eyes on Billy Fraser in the middle of the LEGO aisle at Toys R’ Us
It was the night before the full moon and Sora was tucked into a ball in her closet, whispering prayers against her knees.
The video was grainy, but the picture was clear.