Fiction & Creative Nonfiction
Middlemen | Alaska Quarterly Review, Winter/Spring 2019.
In the morning, we lie skin-to-skin, like spoons stacked in the silverware drawer. With no courtship or aftermath, the exit is peaceful and unembarrassed.
Two Stories: Aftermath: Hansel & Gretel's Dreams | Tin House, Spring 2018.
In some dreams, Gretel is a piece of dark, hollow chocolate...
The Portrait | The Threepenny Review, Spring 2018.
I was born almost completely deaf, and by the time I was seven I had already become a prisoner to my education.
Unattached | Carolina Quarterly, Winter 2017
When I saw the world as upside-down—which, indeed, it seemed to be—then the houses and trees were like stalactites hanging from the ceiling of earth above my head, and our little civilization was very small, just the tiniest inhabited layer in a world made up almost entirely of air.
The Wayside | Epoch, Spring 2017.
We had a war going on between ands and buts, or, at least, I had a war going on between ands and buts. James believed but was a negative word that subtracted positive meaning from the first part of the sentence, and therefore he rarely used it.
Not Waving But Drowning: A Found Biography of David Hasselhoff | The Adroit Journal, Winter 2017
Captain Ned, one of the parrots, tried to give me a kiss and bit out a chunk of my lip. I spent a lot of time looking out of my window at my avocado tree. Success means nothing if you have no one to share it with.
Elegy | The Southeast Review (SER), Fall 2016.
You take The Pill daily at 4pm, on schedule exactly because—just imagine: your children would have his fire red hair, and your terrible, errored DNA.
Only the Good | Indiana Review, Winter 2015.
In New York, I met Hugh for lunch. Even before leaving the house I felt unwell. No matter what we were or weren’t doing in private, meeting Hugh in public felt like meeting an enemy on a brief and unwieldy truce.
Basket Weaving 101 | MFA VS NYC, N+1/Faber and Faber
Yes, many of us MFA-ers were rounding into our thirties while making 10pm IHOP runs for dinner, eating eggs that didn't look quite right, as if they came from some other kind of bird, maybe a pigeon.
In the morning, we lie skin-to-skin, like spoons stacked in the silverware drawer. With no courtship or aftermath, the exit is peaceful and unembarrassed.
Two Stories: Aftermath: Hansel & Gretel's Dreams | Tin House, Spring 2018.
In some dreams, Gretel is a piece of dark, hollow chocolate...
The Portrait | The Threepenny Review, Spring 2018.
I was born almost completely deaf, and by the time I was seven I had already become a prisoner to my education.
Unattached | Carolina Quarterly, Winter 2017
When I saw the world as upside-down—which, indeed, it seemed to be—then the houses and trees were like stalactites hanging from the ceiling of earth above my head, and our little civilization was very small, just the tiniest inhabited layer in a world made up almost entirely of air.
The Wayside | Epoch, Spring 2017.
We had a war going on between ands and buts, or, at least, I had a war going on between ands and buts. James believed but was a negative word that subtracted positive meaning from the first part of the sentence, and therefore he rarely used it.
Not Waving But Drowning: A Found Biography of David Hasselhoff | The Adroit Journal, Winter 2017
Captain Ned, one of the parrots, tried to give me a kiss and bit out a chunk of my lip. I spent a lot of time looking out of my window at my avocado tree. Success means nothing if you have no one to share it with.
Elegy | The Southeast Review (SER), Fall 2016.
You take The Pill daily at 4pm, on schedule exactly because—just imagine: your children would have his fire red hair, and your terrible, errored DNA.
Only the Good | Indiana Review, Winter 2015.
In New York, I met Hugh for lunch. Even before leaving the house I felt unwell. No matter what we were or weren’t doing in private, meeting Hugh in public felt like meeting an enemy on a brief and unwieldy truce.
Basket Weaving 101 | MFA VS NYC, N+1/Faber and Faber
Yes, many of us MFA-ers were rounding into our thirties while making 10pm IHOP runs for dinner, eating eggs that didn't look quite right, as if they came from some other kind of bird, maybe a pigeon.
None of these Will Bring Disaster | Michigan Quarterly Review (MQR), Fall 2015.
I often come into work with sunglasses on, having taken the bus. I take the bus when I am still drunk in the morning or when it is snowing or raining because I don’t like to drive in the weather. I know that my coworkers know why I have taken the bus.
Where We Were | Tin House's Open Bar, May 2015
We spent ourselves and each other like pocket change, and we spent that, too.
Fitness Magazine Has Some Questions for You | McSweeney's Internet Tendency
Trying to lose weight? The trick? Counting calories? Sound familiar? How do you know it’s working? Does your partner care about the cellulite on your left thigh or the flabby inch you can pinch on your right arm? Is he getting an erection?
How to Wait | Bare Fiction, Nov 2014.
Imagine that he is so thoroughly gone that even the depression he leaves when he gets up to use the bathroom is gone, even his toothbrush is gone, stored away in the medicine cabinet, dry bristled, waiting, like you.
Queens | Cicada, May 2012
This was neither a step up in location nor accommodation. The move included a change of school districts without much of a change of scenery, for we still lived in Queens, New York.
Mental Health | Cicada, June 2005
Only the janitors could know how and when exactly Clayton arrived at school. He seemed to be there always, like a ghost. Had he been sitting at brown locker number 4210, on that clean towel, all night?
I often come into work with sunglasses on, having taken the bus. I take the bus when I am still drunk in the morning or when it is snowing or raining because I don’t like to drive in the weather. I know that my coworkers know why I have taken the bus.
Where We Were | Tin House's Open Bar, May 2015
We spent ourselves and each other like pocket change, and we spent that, too.
Fitness Magazine Has Some Questions for You | McSweeney's Internet Tendency
Trying to lose weight? The trick? Counting calories? Sound familiar? How do you know it’s working? Does your partner care about the cellulite on your left thigh or the flabby inch you can pinch on your right arm? Is he getting an erection?
How to Wait | Bare Fiction, Nov 2014.
Imagine that he is so thoroughly gone that even the depression he leaves when he gets up to use the bathroom is gone, even his toothbrush is gone, stored away in the medicine cabinet, dry bristled, waiting, like you.
Queens | Cicada, May 2012
This was neither a step up in location nor accommodation. The move included a change of school districts without much of a change of scenery, for we still lived in Queens, New York.
Mental Health | Cicada, June 2005
Only the janitors could know how and when exactly Clayton arrived at school. He seemed to be there always, like a ghost. Had he been sitting at brown locker number 4210, on that clean towel, all night?
Recognition
Baker Artist Award Finalist 2020 | The Greater Baltimore Cultural Alliance
Individual Artist Award 2019 | The Maryland State Arts Council
Baker Artist Award Finalist 2019 | The Greater Baltimore Cultural Alliance
Baker Artist Award Finalist 2017 | The Greater Baltimore Cultural Alliance
Saul Zaentz Screenplay Lab 2017 | Saul Zaentz Innovation Fund in Film & Media at Johns Hopkins
Balch Prize for the Short Story | University of Virginia
Rita Durrant Prize & Brodie Herndon Memorial Award | Poetry Society of Virginia
George H. Coxe Award for Creative Writing | Cornell University
Arthur Lynn Andrews Award for Fiction | Cornell University
Edward M. Murray Committee on the Arts Scholarship | Cornell University
Individual Artist Award 2019 | The Maryland State Arts Council
Baker Artist Award Finalist 2019 | The Greater Baltimore Cultural Alliance
Baker Artist Award Finalist 2017 | The Greater Baltimore Cultural Alliance
Saul Zaentz Screenplay Lab 2017 | Saul Zaentz Innovation Fund in Film & Media at Johns Hopkins
Balch Prize for the Short Story | University of Virginia
Rita Durrant Prize & Brodie Herndon Memorial Award | Poetry Society of Virginia
George H. Coxe Award for Creative Writing | Cornell University
Arthur Lynn Andrews Award for Fiction | Cornell University
Edward M. Murray Committee on the Arts Scholarship | Cornell University
