Read “What Are You Looking At?” at The Saturday Evening Post

Otto shudders to think what will happen to his body after he dies. Having endured decades of people staring, whispering behind his back, and asking intrusive questions, he’s braced himself for the worst. (Excerpt from “What Are You Looking At?”) Morgue drawers and home pregnancy tests haunt Otto in “What Are You Looking At?”, available…

“House Next Door to Me” in Dark Moon Digest

I’ve never set foot inside the house next door, but Marcy has. After the U-hauls left, she loaded a plate with cookies and scampered over to welcome the new family to the neighborhood. Obviously, the house sold cheap after that bad business a few years back. Some people pride themselves on not being superstitious. Me? I…

“Auntie Una’s Deathbed” in The Fiddlehead

One day, someone will make a movie about Auntie Una’s heroics. All our neighbours say so. Hollywood will change her name to avoid having to pay her, but Auntie Una does not care. She hasn’t been to the movies since 1987. According to Auntie Una, “After Bette Davis died there was no reason to bother…

Read “Auntie Lauretta’s Gossip Recipes” at Riddled With Arrows

“In the harsh morning light, while we scrambled to pick our clothes from the ground, we were astonished by the number of bones lying in the dirt. I try to remember exactly what we ate that night, but can recall only that it was tasty and I kept calling for more.” (excerpt from “Auntie Lauretta’s…

Thoughts Around Taddle Creek’s 20th Anniversary

Taddle Creek was the first magazine to publish a story of mine, a very fortunate turn of events. For years, I’d become isolated in the cold of Saskatchewan. I spent all day in a dark room, surrounded by videos of grieving families and gruesome crime scene photographs. I was never sure why my bosses gave…

“The Stray Bones Trap” in The Misbehaving Dead

“In all the lonely years I lay in the dirt—winnowing, turning yellow, itching from the bugs—it never occurred to me I might one day rise out of the ground.” (excerpt from “The Stray Bones Trap”) A dead woman rises from the ground to confront a serial-killer-in-training burying murdered animals by her grave. Part of A…

Listen to “The Corpse Child” on Pseudopod

“Did you know a person’s head is too dense to burn? The servants would use a big rock to smash your skull into smaller pieces. And all the while, I would sit at the breakfast table, listening to you go up in smoke.” (excerpt from “The Corpse Child” Pseudopod, the weekly horror podcast, includes my…

Now Dig My Grave

There was a bird on the floor this morning. Probably from the cat. Let’s blame everything on the cat. The bird’s body is bound with long strings from the carpet, twisted around the wings and legs. A rope of old cobwebs hold its beak shut. It almost looks like someone did this on purpose. Does…

“Teach the Young Men Well” in Gamut

From a distance, the hundreds of bones strewn across Auntie Eunice’s acreage make the grounds look whiter than a nostalgic Christmas card. Hungry birds hop through the jumble, chirping their morning song into the hollows. Whenever my sisters and I visit, Auntie Eunice uses a rake to part the bones, carving a path to her…

“The Black and White Dozen” in Weirdbook

The negatives were buried deep underground in an archive of such atrocity, their eventual discovery will haunt the nightmares of whatever institution is tasked with cataloguing them. Some things—no matter how many generations old they are—will never be fit for museum display.  (Excerpt from “The Black and White Dozen”). Family inheritance, snuff photography, and cute…

Read “The Aunties Return the Ocean” at Diabolical Plots

  Auntie Roberta carried so much ocean she barely knew where to hide it all. Inside her stony home, she filled the kitchen drawers and cupboards with cold dark brine. Every pot and tankard as well. She quickly ran out of places, yet her weary arms were still loaded with the stuff. Where would it…

Book of Blasphemous Words

“Book of Blasphemous Words is a weird fiction, horror, and speculative fiction anthology about humanity’s relationship with its gods. When we answer the call for salvation from the bondage of the material—when we believe in gods—we reach a hand into the unknown and risk losing it to something peckish. When we forget the power of the…