Creative nonfiction has become contested ground. Tangled up in the larger moral arguments of "truthiness" or the definition of "fake news", even the idea that one can write both creatively and truthfully seem to be at odds. I am still a believer and a practitioner. Everything I write is rooted in actual, lived, experience. Often, I only truly live an event after I've written about it. Much of what I've written in this genre is unpublished, in spite of the fact I've written more under this guise than any other. I have a 90,000 word memoir, titled Carnal Conversations, looking for a publisher. Until then I am grateful to those literary magazines and anthologies that have chosen to publish the work listed here and in many other more recent publications posted on my New Content section.