Creative Work

As a creative writer, my short stories have been published in Arcturus Magazine, Capsule Stories, Peripheral Surveys, and as a collection available on Amazon. I’m currently looking for a home for a novel about a country star and her husband lost in Rio de Janeiro. 


I have been the writing assistant to Pulitzer-Prize winning playwright Nilo Cruz, providing creative assistance, editing, and translation. I have collaborated on screenplays with producer-director Julie Pacino, and have ghostwritten screenplays for others. I am a regular at the San Francisco Writers Grotto.

In January 2021, frustrated by the negative cultural landscape, I founded the arts journal Gush as a venue for celebrating exceptional art in any medium. I'm also a singer-songwriter on the Shorewave Records roster, and my recordings are available on any streaming service.

Short fiction, published in Arcturus Magazine 2021

Miami was the city Managua dreamed of being and woke up shattered that it was not. All the colors shone confidently: the palm trees knew how green their fronds were expected to be, the streetlamps glowed an opulent white. The billboards were fresh, the neon sharper. They flew between LED skyscrapers, past the islands alongside MacArthur Causeway, through colors and music, voices and skin.

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Short fiction, published in Capsule Stories: Isolation Edition, April 2020

The highways and streets that had led me from San Francisco to our little Washington town of Meadow Glade had been vacant strips of gray, like something written in pencil and then hurriedly erased. Ten hours of driving with the feeling of having just forgotten something; exhausted though all I’d done was keep my car straight. 
My parents’ garage door was opened, but I stopped short of it. I staggered out of my pre-pre-pre-owned Impala, and smiled at my parents across the no man’s land of our yard.

Sad Girl in the Window

Novel, unpublished

On the blue pleather chairs of the departure lounge, Olivia Strathouse sat as though leaning out of a vase, contorting away from her husband to better hear her daughter on the phone. 
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you, hon. Tell me again?” 
The overhead speakers blared: “Last call for American Airlines flight 272 to Quito, gate B4.”
Cole, her husband, sat a few seats away eating a chicken sandwich. He was trying not to stare at her, because she didn’t like it when he did that, and he was always doing it.

Sunset Soccer

TV Pilot, developed with Julie Pacino & Niklas Ramo

Teaser FADE IN:
EXT. HOUSE - ESTABLISHING - NIGHT
A quiet night in an affluent gated community in Miami, "San Amaro Village". Over shots of a large glass house, we hear an engine drawing near.
EXT. BACKYARD - NIGHT
As it gets louder, a white Maltese dog named COCO looks out a back window from atop a kitchen counter, and then he disappears. The kitchen door opens by itself and Coco walks out, down the stairs, and into the night.

Metal Painting

Film review on gushreview.com

A grand hotel in a Central European country on the brink of war. A gorgeous and sexually frustrated Swedish woman almost continuously undressing. The thrill of knowing you’re watching a golden-period Ingmar Bergman film. What is there not to love about The Silence (1963)? 
Tystnaden, or The Silence, begins with the ticking of a pocket watch. This will be nearly the only non-diegetic sound in the film, and we are immediately subjected to it for the entirety of the opening credits.

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Single, released May 2020

This changes nothing, we weren't ever too close.
Olivia's moving back to the east coast.
Felt so good to be near you, but I can keep myself warm. 
She thinks she'd feel better living closer to home.
I can see her walking away, but they make it so easy to stay where you've always lived.
Took the 1 down to Half Moon, thought even oceans must end. 
Olivia's scared of being just somebody's girlfriend.

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You’re always with somebody else, you keep changing partners cause you can’t change yourself. 
But now you've got nowhere to go, stay home watching reruns in yesterday’s clothes.
Just slow down and watch her, lay and relax, nothing can stop her, she shatters like glass. 
Dissolving in water, melting like wax, a stop motion camera, she's moving too fast. 
— Stop Motion Camera, 2016

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