"The Sound of Science"
Diamond Light Source Short Story Competition, First Place
January 2012
"All Things Are Full of Gods"
October 2011
January 2011
June 2009
"Looking for Friendship, Maybe More"
January 2008
January 2008
"Maps to God"
Lady Churchill's Rosebud Wristlet
November 2007
Here's the thing about my mother: she's been fading out for years. These days I can't understand her unless the electromagnetic fields line up just so.
April 2007
1st place
Firebrand Fiction/SFReader.com contest
December 2005
I still remember the exact moment the Miracle occurred: two-twenty in the afternoon, March 7, 2015.
November 2004
According to relativity, you can't tell who is actually moving. The twin on the spaceship sees the earth and all the people on it racing away at near the speed of light.
Each twin thinks the other is abandoning her.
Why I Hate Aliens anthology
December 2003
I watched Tom carefully the rest of the evening. I thought about calling a psychiatrist, then reconsidered. One visit to a psychiatrist, and he would be quietly taken off of MM16, the first manned mission to Mars. I just couldn't do that to him.
Later, I regretted my decision more than any other in my life.
"How She Became Beautiful" (poem)
October 2003
The Prince first saw the mountain girl at the Autumn fair.// She offered up the bowls from her father's pottery wheel in large, coarse hands.// She wasn't petite the way girls were supposed to be; the way the valley girls were.
August 2002
As I moved to close the door, my wedding band caught the light from the front porch. I pulled the ring from my finger and placed it on the table just inside the door. A small parting gift.
Electric Wine
March 2001
Nel stared past the steel bars and white corridor, straight through Teddy's pale-eyed glare, as if he could already see the casino on the other side of the wall and the shining blue oceans of Earth beyond. He had counted every day for the last five years waiting for this moment, and he wasn't about to let Teddy ruin his good mood.
February 2000
First, the pigeons disappeared.
March 2000
"Mitchell," she said. "I've missed you."
I found myself unable to reply. It was really her, the real Sudipa. Not the ghost that had stayed with me all these years. Not the ethereal Sudipa who followed me from room to room in my small apartment, a clear and beautiful reminder of her own absence.
"Uncertain Light"
Honorable Mention, New talent short story contest
March 1999
"Vicissitudes"
Finalist
June 1999
