Other Works

Freelance Writing

When I’m not actively procrastinating my latest novel, I like to dabble in some freelance writing for great magazines that I love. Check out some of my articles below!

screen-shot-2016-09-12-at-8-26-15-pmDeep South Magazine

First Coast Magazine

  • A Literary Legacy in the Dunes: One of my literary heroes, Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings, spent the last few years of her life right here in St. Augustine.
  • Versaggi Farm: Joey Versaggi is carrying on his family’s legacy from the ground up.

Short Stories

» Christmas Angel

Key thing to know about this short story: I wrote it when I was sixteen.
(Read: Keep your expectations low, please!)

Still, this story is important to me because it was the inspiration for my first full length novel. It also won first place in the St. Augustine Record’s Christmas Story Contest (circa 2000).

» Forty-Two Tiles

During the last few years of her life, my grandmother lived in a nursing home. On one of my visits to see her, she told me how often she counted the tiles on her ceiling while she lay awake in bed. It got me thinking about what it must be like to be in a place like that day after day, especially after you’d experienced so much of the outside world.

» For Sale

I wanted to do a little experiment with this story. I’m usually not much for the esoteric side of things, but I love the idea of giving life to an inanimate object. The jury’s still out on whether or not my attempt was a successful experiment, still I count it as one of my favorite pieces for the simple fact that it’s unique.


(Not to be taken seriously in any way)

» Mullet in the Breeze

This poem was inspired by a true story–or, at least, a true man I happened to be behind at a red light once in St. Augustine. Immediately my mind starting whirring and by the time I got home I had already written the entire thing in my head. To this day when I read through it, I hear a funky beat in the background and I’d love to see it turned into a quirky song someday,

» My Chair on the Beach

I wrote this poem for my mom when I was in high school. She had a tough job she struggled to get through each day and I wanted to offer her a little inspiration. She’s always had this thing about a chair on the beach, and I just took the idea and ran with it.

» When I’m Gone

This poem came to me when thinking about my dad and his relationship with his mother (my grandmother). She raised him and his sister by herself from the time they were very small, and it gave them a very close relationship. Still, over time that relationship changes as the people involved in the relationship grow and change themselves.