/ A Planned Collection - Eidolon (working title) /
- Shear Line - A mother and her son follow the wreckage path of a tornado. (In Midwestern Gothic, Issue 21, April 2016)
- November - Reddened creeping ivy signals the first change in leaves. (In Contrary Magazine, Summer 2018)
- A Portrait of Madame X - How do you make a moment stay forever?
- Dreadnought - A narcissist, a cowboy, and a disaster meet a train station.
- Quiet Days - What remains.
- The Road to Trnovo - Is paved with the bones of heroes.
- Vection - A son searches for answers at a wake for his mother thrown by strangers.
- The Slip - Some monsters cannot be defeated, only controlled for a time.
- Akutaq - Very different than an Eskimo Bar.
- Big Shoals -
- In Memoriam - How we remember the dead.
- Chalk Hill Burn - First world problems.
- What's Coming is Better Than What's Passed - Hope, eternally.
/ All In Progress (really) /
Robur wakes with a start, sweating, gasping for air. He slips out from under the covers, puts his feet on the cool wood floor, and counts his toes. All ten, no frostbite, no gangrene. He touches them, just to be sure. He puts his head in his hands. The same dream so many times now and it will not leave him in peace. He wiggles his toes. He’d never lost toes in the dream before.
In the Lion's Teeth (Working title)
The new star blazing in the southern sky made everyone in the caravan nervous. Nervous and talkative. Hara walked with the other women in the middle of the caravan, listening to their speculations and gossip, sweating as heat of the Mother Sun’s had not yet given way to cool night. The Runa women in the caravan insisted the fox-tail star was a good omen; it meant the imposed peace of their Qapaq Jade would last many years. Most others disagreed, though cautiously and indirectly.
Hara also disagreed. New stars meant upheaval and bloodshed.
Today For The Blessed
"There is a story I have to write in these wrinkled, humid pages, but I cannot find its beginning. Where you start when you can’t tell where anything begins or ends?"
- Sor Juana de la Cruz
"I thought when they pulled me out of that hole for the last time I would stop writing. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Regaining the sky wasn't enough."
Empire (Working Title)
Herb Roe [CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)
From the copper lands to the mound city.