New Short Story: Bad Air and Bitter Herbs

Sometime in late April, I fell down a rabbit hole of links learning about the history of the plague in Europe. It was a dark impulse in the middle of a modern-day pandemic, but I became fascinated by the plague doctor costume, a head-to-toe covering designed to protect the physician from infected patients. Through myContinue reading “New Short Story: Bad Air and Bitter Herbs”

For Auld Lang Syne

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne. A few weeks ago, as I was driving home from the grocery store, I passed the apartment I lived in when I first moved to Tacoma. More than six years ago, I arrived in the CityContinue reading “For Auld Lang Syne”

Wired for Story

I don’t know about you, but I’m always writing stories in my head. A snippet of interesting conversation, an observation on the street, a song on the radio — my brain will wheel off on a creative tangent. I hear dialogue in restaurants. I imagine plot twists on my drive to and from the office.Continue reading “Wired for Story”

New Short Story: “Inheritance”

My newest short story, “Inheritance,” was just published by Creative Colloquy. Two old friends take on a massive project when they renovate an old theatre and run into some unexpected trouble. I’d appreciate it if you’d take a few minutes to read it. Read Inheritance now! While you’re on CC’s site, you should also checkContinue reading “New Short Story: “Inheritance””

Why We Love a Good Apocalypse

The other day, my wife and I were hiking through Point Defiance when our conversation turned to the end of the world. If there was a major natural or man-made disaster, how would we survive? Would we be able to hunt the deer in the park? Or should we aim to steal a boat fromContinue reading “Why We Love a Good Apocalypse”

No-Good, Rotten Liars Like Me

“Writers are liars, my dear, surely you know that by now? And yet, things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes, and forgot.” – Neil Gaiman, The Sandman Last year, I read a short story of mine at CreativeContinue reading “No-Good, Rotten Liars Like Me”

The Allure of Abandoned Places

What is it about forgotten places that is so fascinating? For as long as I can remember, I have been intrigued by alleyways, empty houses, and dirt roads that lead nowhere. Wherever I go, I notice the broken glass and rust of wear, tear, and memory. Maybe that explains my unending study of history andContinue reading “The Allure of Abandoned Places”

Finding Meaning Through the Stories We Tell

I was listening to the radio last week, as I often do on the commute to and from work. It was a dark, rainy night nearing the end of a very long, exhausting week. I was listening to All Things Considered and they were interviewing Yann Martel the author of Life of Pi, about hisContinue reading “Finding Meaning Through the Stories We Tell”

Literary Anxiety

My year is off to a running start (creatively, at least). The end of January is busy for most writers of short prose, including me. A lot of literary journal reading periods and contests close around this time, turning the last week of January into a flurry of submissions. I’ve learned a lot about theContinue reading “Literary Anxiety”

I’ll Be Home for Christmas

   There is something about Christmas that calls us back to our roots. I don’t know whether it’s the cold and darkness that causes us to yearn for the companionship of those who know us best or whether it’s merely the atmosphere of tradition that harkens us back to reconnect with the past. Whatever theContinue reading “I’ll Be Home for Christmas”