Writings
Bone Dust
Bone Dust is a poetry collection steeped in the grit of Norse myth and the enduring resilience of heathen spirit. In a world where empires fall and frost creeps close, these poems offer both elegy and invocation.
“This collection has an ancient, primal feeling...such an astounding way with words.” — Elena Malkov, co-founder of Sublunary Review
Fiction
- The Dead Ones | Astigmatism Magazine, 2025
- The Hunted | No Tomb of His Own: Legacies of the Hollywood Buck, 2024*
- Father of the Dead | The Spooklet, 2023*
- Nocturnal & Nameless | Parhelion Literary Magazine, 2021*
- Champagne | DeviantArt Award Winner, 2021
- The Ghost in the Closet | Paranormal Daily, 2010*
Poetry
- Bone Dust | The Witches Altar, 2023
- Lost Soul | Dark Corners of the Old Dominion | Death Knell Press, 2023*
- Haiku in the Beet | Lingering in the Margins | Chop Suey Books, 2019*
- No Road Among the Stars | Richmond Gazelle Newspaper, 2013*
- River Boats & Chamomile | Dayton Art Exhibit, 2012*
- Speak Out poem art installation | University of Dayton, 2011*
- Paper Dreams poem art installation | University of Dayton, 2011*
- To the Rain & the Wind | Ravine Literary Magazine, 2008*
- Rainy Days | Anthology of Poetry by Young Americans, 2002*
Non-Fiction
- Tailwind of Love | University of Richmond Magazine, 2025
- Cry Wolf turns 20 | University of Richmond Magazine, 2025
- Conviction is not the end | Richmond Law, 2024
- Brain waves | University of Richmond Magazine, 2024
- A study in catastrophe | University of Richmond Magazine, 2023
- The Benefits of Membership in the Horror Writers Association: A
- RavenCon Panel | Horror Writers Assoc. of Virginia, 2022*
- Homeopathy is Investigative Work | Richmond Natural Medicine, 2016*
- Anger Management | CARITAS, 2016*
*published under a former name
Reviews
I was packing for a Mabon trip trying to think if I could find a good poem for the event. I went to the shelf, picked up Bone Dust, and it opened right to the poem Blood Brother.
It was perfect for what we were planning — focusing on having not just light-dark balance, but liminal space, and this poem is just so beautiful. I’m still stuck on ‘blurred lines beget blurred lines beget freedom.’
— Noon, Virginia
[Bone Dust] has an ancient, primal feeling...such an astounding way with words.
— Elena Malkov, co-founder of Sublunary Review