“Her eyes searched until she found a bright stretch of sky, an expansive, irrepressible blush, the color of a dying fire.”

-from “Sweet Knife” published in CRAFT Literary

“My friend Bug told me not to take gifts from a White man, that he’d be taking liberties with me in no time.”

Excerpt from “Bed Work” published in The Baltimore Review, October 2025.

I write character-driven literary fiction because I want to bring people’s inner lives to the page. I think a lot about the mystery of personality and why people do what we do. Why do we become entangled in storms of our own making?

Read my latest, “Bed Work” published in The Baltimore Review.

Nighttime view of an orchard with rows of fruit trees, illuminated by string lights, under a full moon.
A woman with curly hair and a brown jacket standing outdoors at sunset, with a wooden house and open landscape in the background.

“The porch rail has dried and cracked, and leaves a splinter in my hand. It’s all I’ll carry with me from here. I don’t know why it was so cold this morning, but I’m off to another dream, as this one has failed to thrive, and I will always build my home opposite the sun.”

Excerpt from “Fogbow” published in Flash Fiction Magazine, July 2024

A cemetery with tombstones surrounded by trees and grass.

“In the cemetery,Yuudai kisses me. He has hair as coarse as pine needles and broad shoulders that rake and haul and dig and plant. One arm wraps around me as we walk to the chapel where he drapes my panties across the velvet kneeler before his head sinks between my thighs. One day, my stomach growls.”

Excerpt from “Sweep” published in Atticus Review, February 2022

Vertical arrangement of pink peony flowers with green leaves on a dark background.

Thank you

Gracias

Terima Kasih

ありがとう

Þakka þér fyrir

Asante

Obrigado

A young girl with pigtails wearing a white dress, smiling while holding a red rose, standing indoors.

謝謝

Merci

Danke

Tapadh leat

धन्यवाद।

Close-up of pink and white peony flowers against a black background.