Creative Writing
A sampling of my creative writing publications
Juxtaposition
Winner of The Mockingbird Prize for Non-Fiction, 2016
When I was a child, I felt more comfortable at my grandmother’s house than anywhere else in the world. I began treating the place like it was my own habitat, where I was allowed to shed my skin and forget all the pressures of being a ten-year-old boy. The fields and woods that connected the house to civilized life where mine to explore, and I was comfortable being a regular Indiana Jones.
The Red Maple
Runner-Up for The Mockingbird Prize for Fiction, 2017
Daniel surveyed the landscape, praying that the tree would suddenly become visible to him. It seemed as if the red maple had vanished, like the world had pulled the tree in by its roots to enjoy watching him struggle. The forest was quiet, apart from faint sounds of snowfall on the tree. He checked his watch. It had been thirty minutes since PJ had deserted him, but it felt like hours. Dropping the walkie-talkie back into the backpack and settling on a direction, he set off. The woods were only so large. The red maple would have to make itself known eventually.