Listed here are recently published or forthcoming stories. Some links are provided for online versions though publishers' links can change without warning.

Stone
Agni forthcoming
They walked along various paths. Just yesterday they had followed a trail to a little pond. Ingrid pointed to the knobs on the willows. Each was a tightly curled leaf, saving itself for next spring. “What goes round comes round,” Ingrid heard herself saying. “Death is the gate of life.” “Don’t you ever die, Aunt Giraffe,” ordered Chloe. “I’ll die in my time, darling. Like everyone else.” The child shook her head. “You belong to us,” as if that conferred immortality.

S. faux
The American Scholar Winter 2012
After a particular evening that struck him as promising, she did not deign to invite him into the house where, already orphaned, she lived alone; merely looked up at him under her lashes with a deceptively inviting expression, her blind fingers deftly locating key ring in her pouch of a bag … He raised his elbow and struck her with the back of his hand. “You're a fake, Dorothy. Merely a mimic,” he said. “Sedutrix faux,” he said, breaking several rules of Linnaean taxonomy. He stomped down the three rounded stairs between the front columns, not noticing that his unexpected blow had knocked her to her knees. In a reverent position she kneeled, listening to his irritated departure.

Last Words
Shenandoah forthcoming
The most popular Eulogists were Brother Herbert the basso, Brother Cecil the Classicist, and Brother Mick, who was mastering Gaelic.  At first Tommy imitated these experienced Brothers, rolling out unspecific praise, tacking on a few pretty falsities, and delivering the thing in sonorous tones.  He too became popular.  People detected his acrobat’s grace within the Eulogist’s heavy garment.

Honeydew
Orion September-October 2011
On the shelves in a makeshift closet near the science lab Emily had placed her specimen collection equipment and the specimens themselves. She was permitted to take her meager lunch here. So she dined among dead insects, admiring chitinous exoskeletons while she put one of three carrot sticks into her mouth.

Life Lessons
Cincinnati Review Winter-Spring 2012
When he had to stop at a red light Poppa didn't look at the car mirror. He looked at me. It was a look thick with love. It was quite unlike, I was sure, the shallow glances he gave the hospital nurses. Everybody knew about his flirtatiousness, a habit he couldn't break. Even I knew about it, I who was so young for my age. But, really, he flirted with everyone – our cleaning woman, all dogs he met, the vegetable man whose truck had no doors. He flirted even with his sisters, who disapproved of his easy ways though not enough to refuse to make their home with him. Aunt Muriel and Aunt Fan said that twenty years earlier he had done more than flirt with certain nurses. That was before he met Momma I might have reminded them except they didn't know I was behind the couch.

Skylight
Lake Effect Spring 2011
Then in January there materialized a woman, a girl, a little piece of sharp Russian gold. She wore a shearling coat and a sheep's hat to match. Beneath that woolly cylinder flowed a mass of pale curls. Her face contained some unimportant features. She had entered the house at Avram's invitation through the back door, and he'd guided her into the front hall and then into the dining room. She leaned backwards and accepted our greetings. Avram-the-chaste extended his sweatered limb and encircled her shoulders. She rested her head on his shoulder. I attended this little tableau, ready to vomit.

Tenderfoot
Idaho Review 2011
They were driving in a snowstorm… Whiter and whiter became their medium, and all the cars within it a pastier white, white spread with a knife. Suddenly, on the other side of the median strip, a bit of humped purple spun like a dancer, lifted itself like an animal, groped in the air with its four round feet, and fell back onto its roof.

Sentimental Ballads
Passages North 2011
On Grandma’s face played dozens of worries, one after the other, as if projected there by a revolving lantern. They included but were not limited to the probable peril of her son my Uncle Harry, a Navy Lieutenant; the threat of cholera; the treachery of telephone poles; and the capacity of a cheerful dog to turn murderously insane in thirty seconds.

Vallies
Ecotone, 2010
Case Histories of Ethical Dilemmas, Val called her stories.  The girls called them Vallies.  They took place in vaguely medieval cities.  Royalty lived at a distance, and there was no romantic love, and no hidden treasure; but there was sometimes casual enchantment and once in a while a quest.  In one Vallie a girl’s ailing mother was partial to caterpillar sandwiches: was the daughter obliged to prepare the meal?  And then share it? 

Niche
Antioch Review Spring 2010
He wasn't cute. His fair hair always seemed too short. His thin face always seemed too pale. He smiled only infrequently – a good thing, for each smile took away a piece of her heart.

Safari Shrink
Northern New England Review 2010
In Nairobi we met our guide, Mike: yellow eyes, ruined skin, ruined liver. 'Welcome to Kenya,' he mourned. ”

“The woman seemed sincere, but of course she could not feel the power of the blues, the way they called forth Dorothy’s seemly life: the ink of the river at night seen from under a canoe, the ocean’s mauve at sundown...”
From Capers

Big Sister
Massachusetts Review Summer 2010
Maddy leaned forward and took hold of the girl’s pigtails and pulled, hard.  Ivy pinched her sister’s nipples through the jersey tee.  Maddy let go of the pigtails.  Ivy pulled Maddy to the floor and banged her head on the Serouk rug.  Maddy managed to slip out from under the girl and overturn her, and now older sister was atop younger.  Rape seemed a possibility.

Hearts and Flowers
Cincinnati Review Summer 2010
He felt a curious sympathy for this bony woman.  She seemed to find smiling difficult – was it the slight malocclusion; had no one ever told her that buck teeth were sexy?  He knew she was married, but he suspected that she was insufficiently attended to.

Capers
Ascent online   
 And if he were to kiss the hollow of her neck, which he had loved to do long ago, entering the silk purse above before the silkier purse below, that’s what he used to say – he’d find the hollow filled with loose, shuddering skin like crème fraîche.

Jan Term
Idaho Review 2009
Jeremy Salter greeted his wife’s homecoming by throwing crockery at the wall and pouring Scotch into the family’s aged computer.

Exit Nurse
Superstition Review, Issue 3, Spring 2009
“What did the infant die of?” the Lady inquired.  “She was too good for me,” the nurse sobbed.

Castle 4
Alaska Quarterly Review Fall/Winter 2009
 The place was peopled by creatures who had wandered in or maybe had lived there since birth like the AIDs babies, the short gut babies, the babies lacking a brain stem: all abandoned to the Castle by horrified parents who had fled the state.

Tale
Cincinnati Review Summer 2009
Wars, Lucinda, they will never come to an end, it would be sensible to accept them as our destiny, our modus operandi, society should prepare itself to be forever in battle, battle arises from man’s unchangeable nature.