Might Get Lucky | 53-Word Story Contest Winner | Prime Magazine Issue 137, July 2018, online
Santa | Writers Resist, Holiday Issue 2017, online
Rhino Skin | A Quiet Courage, June 9, 2017, online
High Tech | Fifty Word Stories, October 14, 2016, online
Accident | Tiny Text, November 28, 2016, online
Questions Alex Asked His Wife Before She Left | Intrinsick, June 2016, online
The Playground | A3 Review, Issue 3, September 2015, 1st Place contest winner, print
Bathroom Break | Brilliant Flash Fiction, 3rd place contest winner, online
Much Better | Firewords Quarterly, Issue #6, print
The Pill | Carolina Woman's Magazine, 5th place contest winner
Tulip Tree | The Dead Mule School for Southern Literature, April 2018 | online
Music As Her Refuge | The Dead Mule School for Southern Literature, July 2017 | online.
Archangels | Easy Street, December 5, 2016, online
I Bought Bernie's Sofa | The Mused Literary Review, Volume 10, Issue 3, Fall 2016, online
A Blue Moon | Literary Orphans, Issue #27, November 2016, online
On Opening the Door | Readers' Notes, Ruminate, June 15, 2017 print
Clearing Out Daddy's Basement | Tell Us A Story, Volume 4, Issue #1, July 14, 2016, online
In The Company of Other Writers | North Carolina Literary Review, Number 25, 2016, print
Life In & Out | Atlas Poetica A Journal of World Tanka | Winter 2018
The Dissection of My Mother's Miscarriage | Glass Mountain, Volume 20, Spring 2018, print
Dry Creek | Inside the Bell Jar's Mental Health Anthology - We Run Through the Dark Together,March, 2018
She Wants | Blue Heron Review, Winter 2018 Nominated for a Pushcart Award 2018.
Inside My Closet | Poetry South, 2016 Issue, print
Today is Our Jet Stream | Postcard Poems and Prose Magazine, November 8, 2016, online
High Horse | ArtAscent, September 2016, pages 16 - 17. Gold Writer, print
The Collection: Flash Fiction for Flash Memory, March 2018
Type a Little Faster | Where's My Tiara Anthology?, Winter 2017 print available on Amazon.com.
Every Star Has A Story | Crack the Spine, 15th Anthology Issue, Spring 2017, print available on Amazon.com
“And it’s true, what they say, about traumatic events almost seeming like they happen in slow motion. The security guard knocked Saul off his feet; Mr. Johnson ran down the hall to his office, and Billie screamed to call 911 though I wasn’t sure why. When I released my hand from my throat, I felt the rush of blood. Some part of me watched its flow down my chest, down my skirt, and finally its splatter across the beige carpet at my feet. The pooling spread to the wall which I believe I fell against but that’s as much as I remember.”
"Carl paces on the edge of his property line like a dog restricted by an invisible fence. The tip of his cigarette glows. I take a last look at the rising moon shimmering against the darkening sky. The moon babbles louder and sharper tonight like the raucous gathering of birds before a bad storm."
"I never planned to stay after Daddy died, two days before my seventeenth birthday. Had high hopes to go to college. I still recall nodding when Mama said her boys needed an education more than a girl. They’d have families to support. It’s a notion I’ve twirled like cotton candy in my head these many years while you boys scattered away.”
"Sixty is a prickly age for women. We lose our children to work or to spouses; some lose their husbands to younger women or heart attacks. Since I had neither, I felt spared."