- “That Old Picture on the Museum Wall is the World All Around Us, or The Long Mulberry Tree,” Carolina Quarterly, forthcoming (essay)
- “The Battles of Los Angeles,” The Gettysburg Review, 32:4
- “On the Delegation of Household Chores: Two Competing Theories and Also More Theories,” Sycamore Review, forthcoming
- “Prior Learning Assessment,” Quarter After Eight, v. 26
- “I Want My MFA,” Nimrod, v. 63: 2
- “Referential,” Sequestrum, Spring 2019
- “Stoics,” The Gettysburg Review, 31:3
- “The House Pet,” Yemassee Review, 25:1
- “Good Americans,” Tahoma Literary Review, #12
- “Samaritan,” The Chattahoochee Review, 37.2-3
- “Transits,” The Gettysburg Review, Issue 30:1
- “Ossetra,” Joyland Midwest, Feb 2017
- “Old. Glory.”, Tikkun, Fall 2016
- “Santa Anita,” The Common, issue 12
- “Velvet Glove,” Flash Flash Click
- “How the night came,” w/Gabi Rosensein, 7x7la
- “Heat,” Pinyon commemorative issue
- “Maintaining Good . . .,” Crazyhorse, issue 88
- “Pistoleros,” Western Hum. Rev, issue 69.1
- “Museum of Me,” Glimmer Train, Issue 93
- “Rattle,” EPOCH, 64:1
- “We Will Live as Men,” Gigantic, Issue 4
- “The Stolen Bike,” Quarterly West, #77
- “Hike,” Natural Bridge, Issue 28
- “God,” Iron Horse Literary Review, #14.3
- “Keanu Reeves,” Santa Monica Rev., Fall 2012
- “Wyatt Earp,” Clockhouse Review, Issue 1
- “Fatherhood,” Parcel, Issue 2.1
- “Water,” CutBank, Issue 76
- “Hystericalectomy,” Front Porch, Issue 19
- “California,” The Portland Review, Issue 58.1
- “Lurleen . . ,” Storyglossia, Issue 46
- “Aliens,” Copper Nickel, Issue 15
- “in the days of butchers,” Eleven Eleven, #9
- “Sonhood,” Lumina, Volume 9
- “Torturers,” Santa Monica Rev., Spring 2010
- “The Houseguest,” Fourteen Hills, 16:1
- “Vacation,” Pinyon, Issue 18
- “Road Trip,” Center, Volume 9
- “Tornadoes,” 580 Split, Issue 9
- “into ashes all my lust,” Terminus, Volume 6/7
- “The Sundown Princess,” Southeast Rev., V 23:2
- “Targets,” West Branch, Volume 55
- “This Far Underground,” South Dakota Rev, V 41:3
from “The Battle of Los Angeles”: She was sad, she was sad, she’d always been sad, and he knew she was sad, this was how things always were, had always been, and maybe he simply didn’t know what to do with her anymore. Maybe all along she should have been nicer. To him. To the world. Buy why? Why be nicer? She didn’t feel nice. The world didn’t feel nice. Fuck the world, she thought. Fuck him.
