This is my writing portfolio. I’ve been neglecting it for years while distracted with other things but I’m in the middle of building a new site, which will showcase a few things I’m working on much more effectively. In the meantime, this is a placeholder site, with mostly archived material.
From Granta: I was standing in front of our old house: 168 Atomic Drive, Uranium City. The street numbers just visible next to what remained of the front door. Up close, our house didn’t seem so ominous, not like the day before when I’d stood on top of the hill across the street and had… Read More »Crossings
Published in Urban Graffiti The camp was at the end of a dusty logging road, a hundred kilometers up from the highway. The only other settlement was a tiny Indian reserve, just visible through a stand of trees from the road. The camp consisted of four portable trailers, each a city block long, and… Read More »Misfits
Published in Urban Graffiti She was striking, with high Indian cheekbones and olive skin and long brown hair she’d tied back in a ponytail with an Indian braid, and an athletic dancer’s figure which she’d wrapped in a ankle-length leather greatcoat. As she said hello in turn to everyone on the porch, I noticed that,… Read More »Youth
Going Back to the Old Hotel
published as ‘The Hotel’ in the Evergreen Review, Jan 2013 Weeds rise from the cracks in the underbrush along the edge of the parking lot, reaching up the concrete steps to the hotel’s main entrance. In the fog, the weeds look febrile, like they are about to crawl right up the walls. I climb the… Read More »Going Back to the Old Hotel