“There are many kinds of hunger,
but it would make no difference.”
from Cherry Horses
“…moving around the house as if
everything within it is a misplaced nickname.”
from A Most Promising Boyfriend’s Daughter’s Perspective
“…penniless masses huddled like
a giant coat splayed without
buttons, braids, or beauty,”
“Neither of us, in this kitchen or the next, will
ever be beaten, pounded, or grinded into bits.”
from Residence Booster
“And there will be friction in my voice and we’ll linger
like intermission in the diminuendo in my tenor,”
from The (UN)Musicality of Miscellaneous Romance
“…looking for any reason
to touch you, to trace the cobra,
to fill the ravine…”
from The Beginning Stages of Connecting the Dots
“They linger in silence. So many things neither get.”
from Cyclical Realizations
“I frowned, breathless, mulled, begging for a rerun, a redo.”
from Me and Daddy, Then
“…colors migrating to coiling corners,
glitter plaids & SKOL caps
centering the moment…”
from Empty Vessels
“…in this town which carries on in the
middle of my life as I pray for utopian
claws to rapture me from our hues…”
from Location (and the Lack of) Motivation
At the dinner table, our parent’s one request, Connie sat hunchback and tight-lipped, growling at the bread rolls, squinting at the glasses of lemonade, and rearranging the silverware into an X. No one queried her thoughts or asked for an opinion. But I could hear her—screaming—smoothness, you stupid mother fuckers, is meant for those who haven’t yet been sliced apart.
—The Seconds after Living Wounds
Siren Stitches is a 300-page, 55,000-word literary fiction short-story collection grounded in contemporary middle class American (and global) life revealed in lucid tones of melancholy, grit, poetry, and surprising wonder.
A married couple uses the internet to discover the highs and lows of marriage. Marla struggles to sell her dead teenage son’s Audi. A nine-year old Bohra Girl from India has no control of a burgeoning body predetermined to suffer by other people’s hands. A family riddled with secrets and lies loses everything, and then a little more. A thirty-something woman can’t stop the inner voices. A little boy goes to great lengths to engender a father figure. Brothers take comfort in each other’s demise. Braden comes home for Thanksgiving from college and finds an unexpected distraction from familial angst and ruination. Gender is confronted on a death bed and adoption is revealed by an old man in a booth at Perkin’s.
bereft and the same sex heart
Bloodwork is a literary short-story fiction collection, grounded in contemporary middle class American life and revealed in lucid tones of melancholy, poetry, and surprising wonder.
Harold buys a framed photograph of a lighthouse, unintentionally undermining the foundation his wife, Hannah, has come to expect. Implication explodes into battle for one man waiting for an HIV test result, as it does for five girls talking boys, nicknames, and sex at a slumber party. What’s forbidden and out of reach comes into plain sight when Lanny decides to climb the farmyard silo. A male bulimic catches his reflection in a toilet bowl and begins to question the idea of recovery. A mother and daughter, void of money, fill a grocery cart and plan their getaway. A little boy watches his father make a table for a governor. Preacher Victoria preaches until reality steals her voice.
At its heart, Bloodwork seeks to find inroads of belonging on a fitful path scattered with (dis)entanglements.