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Published Pieces

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The Cabbit. Nightmare Magazine, #104. May 1, 2021. (4000 words.)

I wonder if rich people do cosmetic surgeries on animals. “Where’d you get it?” His eyebrows rise; I’ve asked the wrong question. He puts the cabbit back in its kennel. It feels like a punishment.
#BodyHorror #Desire #Jealousy #College
Reviewed by Charles Payseur, Quick Sip Reviews: "an unsettling, at times difficult read, but one very much worth spending some time with."
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The Frankly Impossible Weight of Han. Khoreo Magazine, #1. Feb. 15, 2021. (5038 words.)

"Four hours after Grant Rutherford completes his life’s work—a machine that extracts energy and matter from ambient sources to create exact copies of anything it scans—he passes out behind the wheel of his 2025 Ford Fusion, crests a highway embankment, and flips into a ditch."
#Grief #Hope #Community #Machines #Ghosts
Reviewed by Charles Payseur, Quick Sip Reviews: "A strange but powerful story."
Reviewed by Maria Haskin, Short Fiction Treasures - Strange Horizon: "Read and savour this for its unsettling strangeness and its piercing beauty."
Reviewed by Vanessa Fogg, It's A Jumble: "... notes of humor and whimsy amid the poignancy. Moving, original, and lovely."
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The Ten Thousand Lives of Luciana Kim. Fusion Fragment, #4. Jan. 18, 2021. (3800 words.)

She’s got goosebumps, but she doesn’t mind. It’s peaceful here, and she’s always enjoyed the cold. So, she thinks. This is what it’s like to be dead.
#Afterlives #PTSD #Queer #Games
Reviewed by Jeff Xilon, "I quite enjoyed this disturbing story of a possibly gamified afterlife."
Reviewed by Charles Payseur, Quick Sip Reviews: "Gripping and wrenching."
Reviewed by Erin, Insectoid Reviews: "...A really brilliant take on afterlife ..."
Reviewed by Vanessa Fogg, It's A Jumble: "... a mysterious and surreally resonant piece..."
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The Truth At the Bottom Of the Ocean. Augur Magazine, #3.2. Dec. 15, 2020. (2600 words.)

"On the night after you were born, I awoke to find my skin had turned to armor--metal or stone, or perhaps bone, so tough that nothing but your pain penetrates it."
#Climate #Family #Diaspora #Water
Reviewed by Charles Payseur, Quick Sip Reviews: "...powerful and a bit heartbreaking, and makes for a great read..."
Reviewed by R Graeme Cameron, Amazing Stories: "... will appeal to those who want nature (and us) to survive into the foreseeable future and beyond."
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A Brief History of KFSD: A Presentation Only Partially Slept Through. If There's Anyone Left, #1. Nov. 21, 2020. (500 words.)

"He mentioned he would have preferred to keep the new face, as it was more attractive. He retracted this statement when he discovered the face belonged to a murderer."
#Flash #Race #Diaspora #ScienceFiction
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A Bird Always Wants More Mangoes. Apparition Literary Magazine, #12: Satisfaction. Nov. 1, 2020. (4300 words.)

"Birdie looks in through the open window at the body, and she just knows. There's a stillness that can't be faked, like when the wind dies to nothing and the sun's pounding the asphalt in a deserted hour of the afternoon."
#Eco #Class #Horror #Surreal #Mangoes #AudioAvailable
Reviewed by Jeff Reynolds, "Creepy good and I never had a clue what would happen next."
Reviewed by Gwen C. Katz, The Future Fire: "..pleasingly macabre ... brings a freshness to the monster-house genre."
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EZ2Luv Is Hard To Leave. Fusion Fragment, #2. Sept. 1, 2020. (7600 words.)

"EZ2Luv has never been awake and alone at the same time. She almost wishes there was something wrong with her programming instead."
#SexRobots, #Identity, #Loneliness, #Space, #FreeRead
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The Deck. Decoded Pride Anthology, #1. June 1, 2020. (4300 words.)

"Maya isn’t surprised. In movies, hauntings always happen in giant, sprawling mansions, or the burned-out shells of decrepit gilded-age hotels, but Maya’s experience has taught her that affordable housing is much more likely to be haunted."
#Literary, #Queer, #SliceOfLife, #Ghosts

Pending Publication

In the Beginning of Me, I Was a Bird. Lightspeed Magazine. Date pending. (5400 words.)

In the beginning of me, I was a bird. A magpie, although I’ve since been a jay and a red-tailed hawk and even a big, black crow, crying tok-tok-tok at every passerby. But the magpie was special: on my first day, I saw those flashing blue wingtips, and I was myself. And every day after, I woke up and flew to a shiny window, just to admire my plumage.
#eco #sci-fi #obession #animals

The Repatriate. Kaleidotrope. Date pending. (9000 words.)

He bares his teeth, and it’s only the feralness of that gesture that reins him in. He’s not an animal. He’s got to get a grip. The statue will sell, and he’ll quit, flee to a sun-soaked getaway, one where he won’t get picked apart by heat and wet and mosquitoes. Somewhere cheap, where the wine is good and the girls accommodating. The statue will sell. The dreams will stop. And I’m going to get the hell out of here. He glances again at the clock, but the needle hasn’t shifted.
#horror #colonialism #repatriation #justdesserts
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A Star On Earth Is Always Lonely. Fusion Fragment, #Issue Pending. Date pending. (7300 words.)

"He thinks he finds it in his earlobe, a rice-like grain by the piercing-hole--but then he locates a corresponding bump on the other side and flushes with shame. How is it possible that so much of his body is still foreign topography when he's spent the last two years cataloging it under a microscope?"
#queer #science #paranoia #obsession
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Little Deaths and Missed Connections. The Reinvented Heart. Date pending. (3000 words.)

Each time Alex steps into the creche, she imagines her own funeral. Not the way it would actually happen—the solitary recycling, the asynchronous audio beamed through satellites—no, she imagines pallbearers grunting under the heft of her body as it floats in white padding, the shine of a curved wooden coffin. She’s never seen wood in real life, but in her daydreams, it feels like bamboo and smells like coffee.