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Adult Fiction
SHORT STORIES
The Bangalore Review
"By the time the bee pollinates the flower, nature works as some sort of wicked injection. Dark spirits inject themselves into the fierce bark of a willow tree..."
Wilderness House Press
"I figure I’ve always had visions of the end like some kind of prophet. The end will come the next time the slot opens. Then, I can see some semblance of another person..."
Unpublished
"I’m smart enough to know that people don’t find me very smart. They don’t find me as much of anything, and I’ve been okay with that for a long time. I was okay with bowing my head and clocking into my shift at DeMoulas..."
Unpublished
"I’m a soul-maker of sorts. I used to pour that liquid silicone into the iron mold and watch it take shape. It would fill in those preposterous curves and motionless arms– the open mouth..."
POETRY
Aesthetica
"Sweetness attends to / sticky traps for beetles / And I am content with the fact / until I realize / the sweetness smothers me..."
Unpublished
"Museum window mimicry / Unchanged just like the day / you, or perhaps I left..."
Unpublished
"I might find some solace in a solstice / that never arrives / like the self-soothing prophets / predict in / discarded needle alleyways..."
Unpublished
"Are you human? / i think so / Select all traffic lights. / i could show you wish one reminds me of a candle flame..."
ESSAYS
Winner of the 2025 Lydia Frotscher Award
"Do you remember what it was like to be grass and nothing else? It must’ve been a long
while ago, about the time when the harbor brushed against you. Now the harbor is a
Mexican restaurant called Tequila. Do you remember the grass?..."
Forbes and Fifth
"The frog in my throat squirmed and expanded like a balloon, much like the fever that induced it.
And at the time, I didn’t mind catching the flu, even if it gave me cold-sweat covered dreams of
swallowing coquís to a slimy gag; because sickness meant I didn’t have to go to ballet class..."
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