Category: Surrealism

Works in the Works (and a call for Alpha/Beta Readers!)

For most of the years since my first book came out, I’ve been somewhat aggressively been focusing on one project at a time. This is mainly because, when I started publishing, I was still in university and it was really only the summers where I could focus on writing and publishing in any meaningful way. Which meant, in order to get a something done in those four months, I had to be really specific on what that something was and

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The Curious Case of Spontaneous Green Felines

A pile of green cats mews from the centre of my living room floor. I’m not sure what to do. When you’re experiencing a case of spontaneously existing animals—not to mention animals of entirely the wrong colour—it’s difficult to remember your own name, never mind figure out what to do with the creatures. I run over my recent actions, trying to discover some kind of explanation for this occurrence. I made myself a Pop Tart. No. I check what’s in

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The God of Life (poem 3 of the Mars trilogy) The seeds weigh heavy in my hand I stumble with them across the ocean of blood the soles of my feet scraped and raw against the rocks beneath I am I am Tired I sit Pause for a moment beneath a palm tree But I cannot enjoy the shade I close my eyes in relief but not in peace The restlessness begins in my legs again right at the fat part of my calves and down along my bones

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There Are Wolves in the Forest (poem 2 of the Mars trilogy) There are wolves in this forest It was supposed to be a haven a world of green after the dry death the red wasteland of before but there are wolves here and I’m running because they’ve been chasing me the moment I touched the ground “We are you” “We are you” they say, fanged shadows with yellow eyes as they race through the trees around me and behind me They pounce and there I am pulling out the hair

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I Stand on the Surface of Mars (poem 1 of the Mars trilogy) I stood on the surface of Mars to the sound of classical music Dry desert all around me the red dirt dotted with brown rocks and nothing was green and I wanted it to be The one therapy session I ever had I told the therapist about the problems I had finding and keeping friends So we went down through the music and I was on Mars there were no plants because there was no water, I told her

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Erica's Story (WIP title) | The Books of Bílo (WIP title) #1
First draft 29%
Hunter and Prey | White Changeling #3
First draft 100%

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Plunged Ashore
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