I took a fiction class as an elective during the final year of my undergraduate studies in engineering, so it was a completely different environment for me, and I loved it. At the time I was writing quite a bit on my own. Other aspects of my life held my attention in the years that followed, so I didn’t write much after graduating. Mostly I just lacked confidence to pursue such a course. Around 2013 I began writing again, and in 2016 I gave myself the gift of greater commitment to the task, and to the craft. I’ve since written about twelve stories since then. The process of submitting them for publication to literary magazines has been eye-opening, and I’ve had a few tidbits of success that have been really encouraging.
My story Camping” received Honorable Mention in the New Letters Magazine 2016 Fiction Contest, and “A Good Man” was a finalist in the 2017 Fiction Contest at Salamander Magazine.
“Our People” was published in 2016 by the Route 7 Review.
“On a Night in Shelby County” was published in 2017 by Solstice, and is on-line here.
“Candelaria” was published in 2019 by the New Limestone Review, and is on-line here.
These are some older pieces that are more speculative in nature than the ones above.
“Far Away” (December 26, 2014 | approx. 8,400 words)
“The last ember of my mother danced out of existence when I was eight, and migrated like a massless, phantom firefly across the breach between us, flitting like an idea through the void to reappear inside of me. She fell into me in that instant like a fresh, warm batch of gravity whose point of origin was my own, like a strange and empty consequence I couldn’t shake, whose cause was everywhere I looked. I had watched throughout the previous months like a girl at a museum peering through a pane of soundproof glass, helpless, imagining the spell would somehow break.” (Read more –>)
“Ecstatic Theater” (December 26, 2014 | approx. 7,000 words)
“There is a theater downtown, an ancient brick building nestled in a grove of glass towers, and outside there is a line of souls seeking entrance. The wall of forward-facing persons is strung out down the avenue, increasingly anxious with distance from the front, all awaiting their turn to buy their ticket— hopefully— for tonight’s show. It is clear to me that there are more persons than tickets. It is clear that some of us will be denied, our hunger left unsatiated, perhaps intensified into a crippling agony…” (Read more –>)
“Convergence” (Dec. 31, 2013 | approx. 12,000 words)
“Even though you know the track of a whale is a smooth, undulating, uninterrupted course, you can only actually partake of discontinuous sightings- brief moments in which your thoughts saturate into white be-nothings as if they’ve been over-exposed, while you behold in grinning delight the spectacle of a humpback breeching the surface of the sea. You infer from these bouts of revelation…” (Read More –>)
“Stone Bearer” (Some Time in 1999 | approx. 4,000 words)
“The man came-to without the slightest twitch, like stillness filling an old glass jar in a forgotten corner of the barn, being careful not to spill. The familiar sounds of night washed up from of the fields and across the porch on which he sat, alone, in his favorite wooden chair. He held his eyes closed for a moment, his hands motionless on the familiar armrests, as he listened to the faint wheeze of his breathing mix in with the cool hum of hidden insects. He sensed the full and throbbing presence of night which had arrived in his brief hiatus, and he knew without inspection it had descended with the sun’s brilliant sinking like a peaceful dew, drifting in to seep first around the stalks of growing plants before cloaking the land in something more viscous and sticky than daylight.” (Read More –>)