Fiction:

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Grandma What Big Teeth,

PANK, 16-17, 2022

"To be honest, I didn’t know how a wolf could be my grandma at all. This was just the way it was."

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Housekeeper,

F(r)iction #18, 2021 

   "Oh god,' Mom said. 'Oh god, what will the neighbors think of us?'"

 

Where Water Runs, 

TSRonline, 2018

"...Father cut the snake in half. Two writhing serpent ends. The ends kept moving. I watched them. They were curling a cursive which I could not yet read." 

 

George R.R. Martin Miskatonic Scholarship

Odyssey Writing Workshop, 2018

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Poetry:

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Instructions for Killing Girls,

LI Literary Journal, 2017

"...gnash down, gnaw on, 'Grandma, what big teeth you have--' Pull apart, Rip apart with 'if you hadn’t been wearing red.'..."

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The Apple,

Typehouse Literary Magazine, 2017

"My beautiful mother pricked her finger sewing. The blood pilled, beaded, beetle-eyed, dropped into a jar of venetian ceruse. How pretty, she thought. Like lips on snow. I hope my daughter looks like that. Then she died, because of the ceruse..."

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Chronic, 

Noble / Gas Qtrly, 2016

"...You stand there with a knife inside you. This is not your hand. You do not stab yourself..."