Fiction


WATCH THIS TOPIC Write-Haus

The story of one family’s night at the poorly reviewed but insanely cheap Cozy Comfort Inn in Vermont. What could go wrong? Aside from their chihuahua catching fire?

Forthcoming in a new magazine out of Tel Aviv.


VERIFIED PURCHASE – The Fiddlehead

A modern tale of marriage and shopping told solely through Amazon reviews.

“Verified Purchase” belongs to a collection in progress titled YOUR MILEAGE MAY VARY in which every story comes through a different online forum, updating the epistolary form to match the ways we communicate today. 

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J Journal

THE SINK – J Journal

  • Nominated for a 2021 Pushcart Prize

Finally it was our turn for the bathroom. The four of us—me, Julie, and the two guys we’d just met—crammed onto the square of grimy tiles between the sink, the claw-foot bathtub covered in dust, and the ancient pull-chain toilet.

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7 STEPS TO A SUCCESSFUL APOLOGY – The Hopkins Review

horrible cunt hope u burn in Hell wth hitler

The text bubble glowed in the dark bedroom. Nicole had been shocked out of sleep by the phone beeping and shuddering against the glass nightstand. She blinked at the small screen: 3:14 AM and an unfamiliar area code.

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Green Mountains Review

THE STOPOVER – Green Mountains Review

  • Nominated for a 2013 Pushcart Prize

Mother shit zhopa fucking blei sosat stinking kibbutz, thought Ulya as her green stilettos kept lodging in the soil of the cabbage field. But what was she supposed to do? Go to her nightly tryst in work boots?

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Harpur Palate

KING & BALLOON – Harpur Palate

The day that ensured I could never go back to God began with a hat. 

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MEETING FRANZ – Lilith

In the kitchen, Ziva peered through the oven window. Back when her mother made cookies, ovens didn’t have windows. Her mother would have to open the door and take a peek before her glasses steamed up.

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Descant

SPRING ON THE WEST BANK – Descant

Gilad, who only a few hours ago was practicing Beethoven in the kibbutz dining hall, now sweltered in the back of an army truck that was careening down a hill to avoid getting hit by Coke bottles filled with gasoline.