Published inThe Spring HouseChapel on the Hill #5: The Witch HunterThere are few things more peaceful than a quiet snowfall, the Witch Hunter decided.Dec 16, 2020Dec 16, 2020
Published inThe Spring HouseSea DoorThe wind screamed in his ears as steely waves crashed at his feet. Peter stood at the edge of the trees, where the sea met the land.Oct 30, 2020Oct 30, 2020
Published inThe Spring HouseThere’s No Skiing at SkiventureThere’s no skiing at Skiventure. More precisely, there is very little; at any rate, it’s not the point.Feb 29, 2020Feb 29, 2020
Published inThe Spring House7069An atom — sharp and plastic, radiating with the dull shine of polygons — spun around on the screen.Feb 17, 20201Feb 17, 20201
Published inThe Spring HouseThe Spring HouseI built the Spring House because I needed a place to store all my writing.Feb 16, 20201Feb 16, 20201
Published inThe Spring HouseChapel on the Hill #3: The StrangerIt is night. You are home. The fire is warm and the lights are bright.Feb 4, 2020Feb 4, 2020
Published inThe Spring HouseChapel on the Hill #4: The StormThe Summer had been dry and hot. It was the kind of baking heat that turned the grass rigid and split the hard, packed dirt.Feb 4, 2020Feb 4, 2020
Published inMidnight Mosaic FictionSpirits in the NightGhosts stalk the break-down lanes of the highways up here. Shuffling down the pavement to God knows where.Jan 10, 20203Jan 10, 20203
Published inThe Spring HouseThe Words that Changed Me: My 20192019 was the year I wrote.Dec 30, 2019Dec 30, 2019
