Publications

Forthcoming

A Clockwork Gun | Fiction | Bourbon Penn

At the Sexbot Park | Fiction | On Spec

Fast Women, Loose Lips, and Treasure Ships | Fiction | Analog

Rocket Garden | Poetry | Kaleidotrope

Our Lady of the Atom | Poetry | Analog

2024

| Fiction | | There is a robot on Mars. This is a problem.

| Fiction | | Jaya picked up the girl two miles past the burning car, that Buick Cutlass with the carbonized skeletons in the front seats, fire crews already working on it.

The Glass World | Poetry |

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2023

| Fiction | | Babelfish aren’t actually fish.

| Fiction | | In a back corner of the arcade is a curtained-off private alcove, just big enough for two people to squeeze in side-by-side at the scrolling, blinking altar of the video game cabinet.

| Fiction | | Curious burial rites of certain swamp dwellers give us the myth and magic of Wax People.

| Fiction | | The figure seated on the other side of the plain metal table has a blank look on its face, like its creator gave up halfway through forming its features.

Strange Scum | Poetry |

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Glory to the Worm | Poetry |

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2022

| Fiction | | Scarlet’s lover called her a witch the day he ended things, even though that wasn’t quite fair—she only knew the one spell.

| Fiction | | Regan Drake’s inert body lay against the rust-orange rubble of Martian ground, her silver pressure suit glinting in the sun like a razor blade that had not yet oxidized.

| Fiction | | Something big was coming down the line, some big change in Yusuf’s life.

| Fiction | | From the curtained alcove behind the baptismal pool, Jessie could see the entire sanctuary where Pastor Ron was preaching to the congregation.

Where Were You When Time’s Arrow Hit My Shadow’s Heart? | Poetry |

Mare Serenitatis | Poetry | |

A Conspiracy of Smiles | Poetry |

Flowerpot | Poetry |

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2021

| Fiction | | It was almost opening ceremony, and I was on corpse duty, dragging fresh dead from the funeral home…

Mare Cognitum | Poetry |

Lacus Felicitatis | Poetry |

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| Fiction | | The three agents were created white for this assignment, given the ability to blend with and elicit help from the locals.

Lovers With Plutonium Hearts | Poetry | |

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Self-Assembly Required | Poetry |

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Lacus Excellentiae | Poetry |

Your Parenthetical Life | Poetry |

Cloud Flower | Poetry |

On the Edge of Forever | Poetry | | 2020 Rhysling Nominee

Planck | Poetry | | 2020 AnLab Finalist

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| Fiction | Kasma SF | It’s a big galaxy. There’s always a war going on in it somewhere.

| Fiction | | “Amanda,” Mother said, as soon as she came in from school: “Amanda,” in that tone of voice that said she was so tired of being angry about this.

Leave Your Iron at the Door | Fiction | | Minnie Mirv, long-stepping, smooth-handling, slow-hand, quickdraw, she: got her pockets full of reaction mass, lighting off her rocket spinal-tap at ball-squishing g’s. |

| Fiction | | Even running flat out, you know you will not make it to the broken-down, rusting shell of the school bus before she and he do what they do.

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Office Romance | Poetry |

Spider Star | Poetry |

Citizen Cirrus, One Up, and Before the Monarch | Poetry |

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| Fiction | | Klädskåp—made of the highest-quality particleboard. Takes you to a small, kind of rundown vacant lot where it’s always autumn and never Halloween. |

Three-Body | Poetry | |

| Fiction | | Inspector Warren’s job was to enforce the Further Laws of Robotics. |

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Theodroid | Poetry |

| Fiction | | Instead of coins, because she had no allowance, Amelia dropped the shiniest pebbles she could find down the garden wishing well, standing on her toes to look over the stone wall and watch them disappear.

| Fiction | | “There’s more of them suicides on the TV,” Nancy hollers at me from the other room.

| Fiction | | There are parts around here where the mercury hot springs absorb a goodly amount of background radiation and, being metal and all, ‘vaporate straight away into the air.

Boat and Rocket | Poetry |

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Objects in Space | Poetry | |

Smith | Fiction | | All of the lawmen in the state are massing on the street when the man comes around. Their guns in hand.

 | Fiction |  | | I can’t deny the thrill of the race circuit. I like being at his side as he balances on the edge of cryogenics and fireball.

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The Man Who Embraced His Own Fungus | Poetry | 

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| Fiction | Kasma SF | The man on the bandstand is nervous, you can see from here, and not just because that, in order to face the gathered crowd, he has his back to the open pit of a fully populated Dark Lair.

| Poetry |  | 2017 AnLab Finalist

| Fiction |  | omnia vanitas

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The Body Electrician | Poetry |

A Letter to the Dead | Poetry |

Quiverfull | Fiction | | The hospital eunuchs bring him back awake by adjusting the chemicals in his drip.

| Fiction | | The job to cut out Creek’s brain is going perfectly well until it all goes completely wrong.

| Fiction | | The vending machine in the science building sometimes glitched and coughed up two cans for the price of one, so I always made the walk across campus to it, even on the days I didn’t have bio classes.

| Fiction | Kasma SF (originally published in Aoife’s Kiss) | You are alone in the dark. What do you do?

A Citizen’s Guide to the Kingdom of Heaven | Fiction |  | Max believes that Heaven and God are not real until people make them so, until people build them.

Zero Sum | Poetry |

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| Fiction | | | “Do you ever feel like you’re standing with your finger in the dam of reality?”

| Fiction | | Jonathan, he says, where did this bucket of Legos come from?

 | Non-fiction | | So here we are, you and I, sitting on the side of the Interstate just outside of Phoenix, trying to hitchhike to Tucson—one desert shithole to another.

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The Printer Repairman | Fiction | | His shop is filled with enough chemicals to give you a contact high, vapors of ink and solvents that could make you see things, if you spent any amount of time in the backroom…

| Fiction | | I see much from the roof of my house. I like to sit under the white awning that shades me, with a bottle of water, and look at the wonders of my city.

Baleen Whale and (Look at Us) | Poetry |

An Elm Sleeps, Isn’t It Enough, and There’s Some Type of Mollusk | Poetry |

Beehive Arrangement of Glass | Poetry |

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Prairieprayer | Poetry |

A Socialist Butterfly | Poetry |

| Non-Fiction | | Our species takes a lot of pride in technology, to the point that it’s pretty much the one thing we lord over all the others. But maybe we’re too quick to pat ourselves on the back…

| Non-Fiction | | Michael Bay is right: Somewhere, right now, something is exploding.

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