Upcoming Collection
I’m currently finishing a collection of short stories titled The Door In The Wall. These pages contain excerpts from individual stories, and the full collection will be available once complete.
Muskrat and the Memory Machine
My ode to the smallest town and those left behind there.
“People forget… muskrats remember.”
Last One Out
This flash fiction piece was written after I read Carver’s The Cathedral.
“None of this is real. But it’s ours.”
Don’t Think, Listen
Written as a reflection on the solitude of the Saskatchewan landscape.
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Silver Bullet Memories: Whenever the Moon is Full.
This was the first story I ever wrote.
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Are You There?
I started writing this because I heard a ghost story once, and it never really left me.
“She went through that little door.”
Grass-fed
I started this story trying to be funny, but, as often happens, it took on a life of its own.
“He dreamt of the jet-black bull crashing through the barn wall and into his office, sending chairs and coffee cups flying as his colleagues leapt from windows. Alison stood on a desk in the middle of it all.”
Lay the Flowers (Shortlisted, Asymptote Journal (Special Feature: Outsiders)
This story began with a trip I took years ago, and with a friend I wished I could have known.
“That you can’t live in a word, but that some are worth dying for.”
The Wellspring
A favorite story of mine. It began with a dream.
“I had the answer. I knew who I was.I just forgot to write it down.”
Drop The Stone
I was read a graphic novel about Jeffrey Dahmer. Then I wrote this piece of flash fiction.
“The woods remember every wound.”
Water, Please: A Novel in Fragments
A career built on false ideals. A life built on compromise. A woman navigating duty, desire, and danger as she polices the city and herself.
Here are some of the stories that will appear in an upcoming, as-yet-untitled novel-in-stories:
I. Flightless
On her first call, Constable Janet Marshal opens a door she can’t quite close again.
“Easier to ignore things than believe them.”
II. Someone Else’s Garbage
On patrol with a man who’s seen too much of too little, Janet Marshal learns that some things just won’t stay buried.
“There’s nothing left between you and nothing.”
III. Daybreak Gone
As a killer walks the streets, two souls tumble through the night, neither sure which will be seen at daybreak.
“Once you forget, someone else’ll tell you who you are.”