APRICITY MAGAZINE, NOV 2022
When I Go On Dates, I Eat Men
There’s a dock that stretches out over the reservoir, a straight path that doesn’t quite touch the low-hanging crater moon. It’s beautiful and eerie. I could crane up my neck and let out a lonely howl. That would freak Daniel out, I think, although I’m not the oddest one on this date.
KITCHEN TABLE QUARTERLY, DEC 2021
His Hand
The drive was boring. Minnesota to Iowa, a straight shot down 35 through nothing but cornfields, nothing but flat land and the occasional wafting of factory stench. Another trek back to campus for the next school year, my usual chauffeur and high school friend Jacob behind the wheel.
Hallie O'Neill 