
Short Fiction & Poetry
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Browse my portfolio of over 100 pieces of short fiction and poetry, published in various magazines, anthologies, and journals!
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“Walking Up to TSA: a Framed Mental Breakdown” in Oddball Magazine
I forgot how to take off my shoes /
How do normal people /
Take off their shoes /
Five Poems in Lothlorien
When will they regard the autonomy of a woman’s hard /
decision with the same religion of just looking up /
with the same faith and leaping to conclusions /
That they do to us?
“Snow’s Fall” in Pink Hydra
A swarm of moths, not butterflies—not yellow sunny-sweet nerves, but a gray chill of disquiet—swarmed through her.
“Even the Stars” in Literary Heist
Success looks like crying at night /
when you’ve overcome the ticking /
of the clock, ever listing what it wants /
“How Do I Tell You?” in Ache: The Body’s Experience of Religion
How do I tell you I no longer lift my hands /
Or grind my knees down to the guilt /
“Why’d You Call the Wee-Yoo Van?” in Maudlin House
There, a small twinge in my armpit/
I’m sure it’s nothing bad /
It’s happened for the last three days /
I try not to think of that /
“How to Read With Brothers” in Twenty-Two to Twenty-Eight
I crossed my arms over my book, the sidewalk cool against my thighs. The emerging summer evening shimmered with a morse code of fireflies, and the orange sunlight smelled like watermelon at the height of sweetness. A perfect bookend to the day if Ranas would just leave me alone.
Four Poems in A Thin Slice of Anxiety
I have encountered Conquest /
A herald seraphim /
A harbinger of sacred fervor /
Wrapped all up in righteous sins /
“Capitalism and Labour of Art: Getting Paid in the Automation Age” in Seize the Press
Let’s talk about science fictional concepts. Imagine a Utopian world where all creatives like writers get paid fairly for their labor.
“All the Necessary Sadness” in Third Wednesday
Lobsters don’t die from old age /
They just get tired of moulting and shouldering /
All the necessary sadness a being needs /
To move from shell to shell /
“Nightfall” and “Little Omens” in Paddler Press
Cover your ears, child /
Hear only the trees now /
“Care and Keeping of Funnel Clouds” in Intrepidus Ink
The sky rotated into a yellow-green, the kind where the sun strove to shine through. Cindy stayed out in the yard. Her son texted hide in the basement! A siren wailed through the empty street. But Cindy waited.
“Men Also Love Scalp Massages” in The Literary Hatchet
Men also love scalp massages /
and trailed fingers in their hair /
“The Addendum of Color” in Third Wednesday
The crimson leaf pile near the street drain /
Has a picture of reasons for you to skip down the walk /
“Morning Air” in Rough Cut Press
A phantom muscle in my brain /
Works on weekends and overtime /
To convince me that I’m imminent /
Just that, imminent /
“Fireflies, Wandering Eyes” in Honeyguide Literary
Fireflies, wandering eyes /
Blinking through the popular trees /
“Prime Real Estate” in New Verse News
The cicada killers drone in the park /
Small rockets /
A display of gold in the sky /
“The Bear in the Restaurant” in Serotonin
Reda hunched in her chair in the bright, cheery restaurant, her mouth dry, clenching her fists. A bear might as well have been lumbering towards her, the way her chest flip-flopped with nerves. She had no excuse.
“These Geese, Man” in Daikaijuzine
These geese, man, they hunt /
In feral packs, snakes stacked /
On top of chicken breasts /