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Mount Greylock, Massachusetts

Well, this is unexpected. Texas first for the Texas resident, sure. Louisiana, a natural progression therefrom. Massachusetts. Excuse me? One of these things is not like the others. There’s no grand explanation, other than that there are many benefits to…

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On the Sisyphean Task of Understanding One Another

Hard to understand, a riddle of a woman, you said. Dangerous in joy, childish in grief. Wicked in a way you didn’t understand: I wanted you to understand. Wrote it out plain, line by line— consumptive desire, abyssal hunger—girl, strangled…

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Eye to the Telescope, Issue 48

So incredibly thrilled and honored to share that my work appears in Issue 48 of Eye to the Telescope, a quarterly journal of speculative poetry produced by the Science Fiction & Fantasy Poetry Association. This publication is a dream come…

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Neuro Magazine, Issue 04

New stuff, hot off the press! It’s always so fun to have a piece find a home within the first couple of submissions, and see work in print that you wrote within the last year. (As opposed to something from…

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Suburban Witchcraft, Spring 2023

Thrilled to share that my short story “The Children of Stonemasons” appears in Issue Four of Suburban Witchcraft! This publication is particularly sentimental for me, since I’ve legitimately been working on this story since college. I wrote the first draft…

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Driskill Mountain: Highpoint 2, Electric Boogaloo

What is more timeless than the romance between a woman and her checklist? (Or a woman and her excel spreadsheet, depending on the era). The sparkle of electric chemistry on the moment of creation, the unbearable tension of those first…

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Byzantium

A centurion crosses the hill of his fathers, years swallowed down like wine. Hair falls loose and curling over his temples, stained, pitted, from campaign. On the knoll, over a wind-swept town, he stops. Watches smoke rise from the valley.…

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Summit at Guadalupe Peak

I’ve always wanted to be a travel writer. Before I was a poet, before I broke into the industry that is now my day job, when it still seemed possible to earn one’s living writing—I wanted to go places and…

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Chapter 2 – The Opposite of an Echo

Author’s note: This piece is part of a collaboration with Ludwig Reina! You can read the first installment over at his website, plus check out some cool art that goes along with this story. Kate resented the entire concept of…

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Teachings of the Prophet Mariah

Blade in the hand. “No” on the tongue. Silence. It’s not the vengeance—though that too is sweet, an overripe peach dribble down the chin— not catharsis violet and cream nor anything else Clytemnestra taught us eat hearts in the marketplace,…

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