Fiction & Anthologies

Red Rock Stories“Migration” in Red Rock Stories
Canyon wren notes descend. In my heart, a crescendo: of joy, requited longing, a sense of homecoming. Here, in this aridity, amidst scent of sage and cliffrose, I know who I am. I know my strength and how to carry its subtle, remarkable weight. Here, surrounded by barebones earth, my being is laid bare. My being is resilient and true. Read more…

High Desert Journal 25“Mano, Metate” in High Desert Journal
There is magic in these expanses—and it wants me dead. Or maybe just undone. I suppose if this deviltry wanted me dead, it would have done it by now. Read more…