poetry

when I say you are a ghost, Eavesdrop Magazine

when I say
you are a ghost what I mean is I have lined 
my windows with salt to keep you out. 

meat, Canthius

did you know raccoons scream while mating?

ars poetica, Pinhole Poetry

the language of tongues

too close to confession for

a tarnished girl with no place

in the Kingdom

She never got the smell of smoke out of her hair, The Lindenwood Review

The sloshing in her belly rises to her throat she is seasick legs buckling swish swash the ocean in her burns. Hiccup. The pain sits behind her collar bone that isn’t right on top of her heart. Swish. What do you do with a drunken sailor on dry land with sea legs that falter is it the ground that rises or the moon that falls.

Women Made by Men Mourn the Rain in Spain with Perfect Elocution, Yes Poetry

You are nothing more than the echo of my whispered desire. I know.

You are nothing more than the shadow I cast at red dawn. I know.

You are nothing more than the ooze I wrung from a rib. I know.

Women’s Work, Minola Review

Decay itches the woman’s bones itch the cat dies she leaves its body in the kitchen keeps drapes closed traps flies, traps dust, traps stench, traps itch. The cat bloats maggots wriggle undulating flesh mimicking life in death. The stench would be unbearable for a woman who isn’t full of worms.

Creative Non-fiction

Blonde Jokes — Humber Literary Review

I tried to draw a self-portrait once, but I don’t know what I look like. I know that I have blue eyes. I know that I have pale skin. I know that I have a long nose. I know that I have freckles. But I have never seen myself. I have never been the object of my own gaze.

Perhaps you think you’ve seen yourself, but you haven’t. Not in the way that I mean.

in which a woman closes, then opens, a door — The Nasiona

A woman with memories made of a dawn mist squints to see the girl playing in a gated yard full of fruit trees. A woman is frightened. A woman’s left eye starts to twitch. A woman watches the girl climb a tree. A woman watches the girl twist herself up in a tire swing and spin and spin. A woman’s stomach drops from beneath her and nausea grips her throat. A woman watches the girl fall. A woman’s skin rips open and peels pink innards exposed.

A Year for Ectoplasm, Room Magazine

For an argument to be sound it must be valid in structure, and all of its premises must be true. To assess an argument’s validity or soundness, you must first identify its premises and its conclusion.

For example, last night Thomas told me: “I will make you love me. I will fuck you until you love me.” This is a conditional argument.

Premise 1: If he fucks me, then I will love him.

Premise 2: He fucked me.

Conclusion: I love him.

audio drama

Woodbine — Co-Creator, Writer, Producer, Voice of Grace

Woodbine is a serialized fiction podcast about monsters, mysteries, and new beginnings.

Parkdale Haunt — Co-Creator, Writer, Producer, Voice of Claire

Parkdale Haunt is a multiple award-winning horror fiction podcast about friendship, ghosts, cults, family, and the nightmare that is real estate in Toronto.

Nine to Midnight — Co-Writer, Voice of Emily

On the Eve of Halloween, a dozen storytellers sneak inside the abandoned Darklight Carnival grounds to share a chilling batch of stories in two varieties. This year they split up to uncover the fears that lurk within and horrors that walk among us.

The Department of Variance of Somewhere, Ohio — Voice of Yellow Access

A shady governmental group that deals with the supernatural experiences a containment breach at its main office. One new hire and one mid-level employee from the Bureau of Transnatural Resources are stuck on different floors when the lockdown begins. Not all is as it seems in the Department, however…

Seance — Voice of Deborah

1845. High Falls, New York. Famous spirit medium Lina Fox uses her “powers” to profit off of the rich and famous. But rival “medium, hypnotist and level 20 mage,” Oliver Hollo swoops into town with a bag of tricks like she’s never seen. In their battle for control of High Falls, Hollo and Fox unleash mystical forces, unearth long-buried sins and reveal an ancient prophecy that will change High Falls forever.

General Non-fiction

As a dual citizen, I thought the U.S.-Canada border would always be open to me, The Globe and Mail

I am afraid of the prolonged estrangement from my family, and afraid of my own powerlessness should any harm befall them. I am afraid of the repercussions of the U.S. government’s response to the pandemic and the cruelty of its President. I am afraid that I will never hug my parents again. I am afraid that I will never have the chance to meet my seven-month-old niece.

I am afraid that I have become alien to a country that was once my home, and I am struggling to make sense of my identity as both an American and a Canadian who has chosen to make a life for herself in Toronto.

'Quarantine 15' Memes Reveal Just How Fatphobic We Are, FLARE

Being afraid of gaining weight doesn’t make you a bad person. It’s a natural response to the fact that we’ve been brought up in a culture that shames fatness and idolizes thinness. But it is possible to confront your fears without harming others.

12 Days of Feminists: Dr. Christine Blasey Ford, FLARE

The institutions which are supposed to protect women and survivors of sexual violence too often fail us. As a survivor of sexual violence myself, I know that I cannot count on the police or the legal system to protect me, and the weight of that injustice is difficult to bear. It would be easy to give up trying to protect other women and survivors. I am tired and, yes, at times, I am terrified.

But I won’t give up. I can’t.