Art imitates life and reflects our human condition which fluctuates from moment to moment along with our ever-changing life experience of the times we live in.

My first short story collection, The Small Dark Room of the Soul and Other Stories published thirty years ago made references to the collective fears of those times. Much has happened over the last three decades since then with shifting geopolitics, explosive growth in science, technology, pandemics, school shootings, chaotic weather patterns, homelessness, and all the other problems we still struggle with as we move deeper into the twenty-first century.

Twenty years later, my second short story collection, A Short Walk to the Other Side was published, following the similar theme of how close we all are to our demons, no matter how much we try to ignore and rid ourselves of them. We are all just a short walk away from a thought, act, or emotion that lets the monster out of its cage, taking us hostage into the abyss with it, sometimes with no escape.

This, my third short story collection, The Thinning Veil follows the same train of thought. In this case it doesn’t matter if the demons are locked in a small dark room, or just a short walk away, because the veil between the worlds is thinning and the boundaries have become blurred, bringing more weight to the question; what or where are the boundaries between what we believe to be real and what we imagine?