A Tourist Again was the most heavily consumed piece of writing I’ve published on this website in its almost 20…
A Tourist Again picks up in the immediate aftermath of what Bampy calls “Black Christmas” in my novel Fresh Water…
I shot up in bed, choking on my breath as I struggled to process reality. Slowly the darkness began to…
The stretch of Route 1 that struck through Ogunquit Village was a sea of gleaming metal. I turned off onto…
Prizm’s Portland Mindscape campus occupied two blocks at the fringe of the city’s Old Port, overlooking the busy harbor and…
Brianna Steadpool was, to my knowledge, the only surviving member of the Steadpool family and the eldest of their two…
Gram was fiddling with an arrangement of hibiscus and lilac at the window. The narrow two foot vase she’d placed…
I fumbled with my cell as I shifted my recently strapless messenger bag into the crook of my arm. Ahead…
I was sitting down to dinner with my family when the alert came. Outside the sun-bleached volcanic rocks of Coco…
A Quick Note: Fresh Water From Ben Gile Pond was my first book ever released in print. If you’ve been…
Nuclear bombs. That’s what the news had said… right? They’d hit Concord and Portsmouth. Or had that just been Dad…