Works



Novels

 *TOUGH was a finalist in the middle grade category of the Pacific Northwest Writers Association (PNWA) 2016 Literary Contest.

 TOUGH is middle grade science fiction that could be characterized as BILLY ELLIOT in space. DeAndre Daw is a sensitive twelve year old musician living in an impoverished city on a desert moon. His parents and peers expect him to hunt, work, and fight to survive his harsh world, but Dee’s true passions are his homemade mbira (a musical instrument), and his pet lizard. After a hunting accident on the nearby forest moon, and an encounter with scrap thieves, Dee is framed for a vicious crime and sent to prison. In this dark place, Dee learns his music has more influence than he imagined. He plays, survives, and is eventually released. Dee’s father mistakenly believes that his son has finally learned to be “tough” and takes him on another hunt. This time, Dee must face his father and the hunting party if he hopes to save his music, his friends, and one magnificent forest creature who answers the call of Dee’s music. The manuscript is complete at 36,000 words.

Poetry


"When the Gunman Comes" - The 2017 Rhysling Anthology, edited by David C. Kopaska-Merkel, 2017

"When the Gunman Comes" - Mythic Delirium Magazine, Issue 2.3, Jan 2016.
      *This poem was nominated for a Rhysling Award in January 2017.

"The Tree to Her Human Neighbors" - The Yellow Chair Review, Issue 6, Mar 2016.



Stories

"The Skywatcher" - Mythic Delirium Magazine, coming soon.


"The Nine Trials of Ullah Du" - Witches & Warriors: A Sirens Benefit Anthology, edited by Jessica Corra, Coming Fall 2017.


"Ripe for Rebellion" - Queens & Courtesans: A Sirens Benefit Anthology, edited by Jessica Corra, Oct 2016.

Essays

"Mermaid Hair" - luciajournal, stories, January 2017.

"In the Lighthouse" - luciajournal, stories, July 2016.






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