I have a story in an amazing new anthology—House of Haunts! In 1823, Josiah Hale built his family a grand home in the sultry heat and blinding glare of the Deep South.It wasn’t long before the shadows crept in. Now, two hundred years later, this grand home […]
From Joe's writing

“Okay, so let me get this straight,” Katy had said, hands on her hips, as they had stood in the little alley behind the church, “you’re the one who lost the damned thing, but you expect me to help you look for it at the dump? In this dress, no less. Are you insane?”

— Threads, Chapter 17