A Storyteller's Paradise

Catching up with my ex-husband over coffee today, I found myself staring into the distance behind him, inspecting a stray coffee ground...

*Winner* of the 2024 Stark Short Fiction Prize at CCNY I was stuck between the bed and the floor for most of the day; anchored in a deep...

There is a dream I have on repeat: Grandma’s house, the one where she raised three daughters, three sons, ten grandchildren, and...

*Winner* of the 2024 Goodman Fund Poetry Award at CCNY Steam rising from water heated on the stove— carried in stock pots to the blue...

As I walk the aisles and get lost in nooks, visions ride on spines of storied books. Following a breeze, look and see: A trail of...

I saw the Moon last night; full and bright. He winked at me and caught my breath. This morning he was gone — naked, awash in his spectral...

*Winner* of The Goodman Fund Poetry Award at CCNY Everything is its accustomed grey Tinged blandness, yet laughter still Peels from...

as published in Fiction, FICTION, Inc. No. 66, 2023, Pgs. 173-76 *Winner* of The Stark Award in Fiction in Honor of Henry R. Roth at CCNY...

*Winner* of the 2022 James Tolan creative non-fiction student writing award at BMCC The sweat beaded on my forehead, collecting on my...

During those final days of summer when the sun played across our skin, but the muck of the humidity was too strong to manage, my mother...

My dearest Henrietta, A strange boy visited me in the night. You would have been so proud. I saw his shadow move in the light of the moon...

Pins and needles worked their way up Ted’s arm, rousing him from a drifting sleep and pulling up a vague memory of the one time he tried...

The water beckoned me in with its clear azure waves; lichen and seaweed blanketing the ocean floor in sprawling fingers that reached out...

Charles chose his seat wisely. There were no official rules or methods of how to sit on the train, but for Charles, he sensed a cosmic...

We found a house on a block that looked like it hadn't been touched in years; the shutters still hanging on like new, the windows...

*Winner* of The Goodman Fund Short Story Award at CCNY Tate was comforted by the neat rows of books that stretched on and on, back into...

Samantha cruised down the sidewalk, passing by the old Victorian homes that lined the street, stepping over cracks that spread across the...