Selected works
“Eat Well” in CAROUSEL (fiction)
“Should we get married? I’d asked one evening, us threaded on the couch. His leg was my leg. My arm was his arm. We might have been drunk. It was definitely July; humidity smogged my skin which was also his skin.”
“Jasmine’s Brows and Cuts” in The Ex-Puritan (fiction)
“The most interesting thing about her day is price-matching No Frills’ deals at FreshCo or watching Netflix in bed as she pinches sweet potato fries into her mouth. She has a business degree her mother spent fifteen years saving for, and maybe her mother thought she’d have breached six-figure profits selling whatever it is that makes a woman six-figures nowadays, and maybe that’s what Jasmine wanted too, or maybe she doesn’t know what she wants at all.”
“From the Mouth” on CBC Books (poetry)
“In my poems, I make up rivers
my great great grandmother never visited. Maybe
she walked ankle-deep into ochre water
and washed her hair.”
“my past bodies walk into a room” in Augur Magazine (poetry)
“A sparrow droned in the clouds; another me leaned over the
toilet, screamed. The sky was vague, sunless. We were all afraid.”
ALL PUBLISHED WORKS
• Fiction: For Better, For Worse
• Fiction: Eat Well
• Fiction: Joanne, I’ll Pray for You*
• Fiction: The Party*
• Fiction: Slaughter the Animal*
• Fiction: Jasmine’s Brows and Cuts
• Fiction: Fig
• Fiction: Where to Run When the Lamb Roars
• Fiction: The Wolf-Antelope Will Not Come for Us*
• Fiction: Primary Organs*
• Fiction: Mama Lives in My Mouth
• Fiction: The Species is Dead
• Fiction: The Light When You Close Your Eyes
• Fiction: Dandelion
• Poetry: mary’s vacation*
• Poetry: it’s really more complicated than have you been abused*
• Poetry: my past bodies walk into a room
• Poetry: DEATH OF A LANGUAGE
• Poetry: On the internet, my great-great grandmother’s language
• Poetry: At night, I rest my limbs in water and search for my mother’s father’s mother’s mother’s tongue
• Poetry: What’s the difference between good and god*
• Poetry: The night my mother learns to use the bus*
• Poetry: A burial*
• Poetry: the drive-up microphone at burger king
• Poetry: We sell skin on sale:
• Poetry: My Wolf Lives on the Windowsill*
• Poetry: when you leave your country don’t forget
*Print-only publications, all un-starred titles are free to read online.
