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

Shawn had only been to one other funeral before this one, and that had been eight years ago. Today’s events brought back a flash of memory; the sight of rosy-pink skin turned blue, and a body that should have been breathing…

— Small Things, Chapter 2