🇨🇦 Canadian Storyteller
♾️ Metis Nation
🎓 UVic Alumni 2020
Writing published by Kingston Writers Press, Young Poets of Canada, Morning Rain Publishing, & the BC Metis Federation to teach Michif in Canadian schools.
✨YA Magical Realism✨
The cat, Gibraltar, was only called Gibraltar at 1109 Water Street. Four houses down at 1101, she was Tabitha, or Tabs, for short. At the west end of Water Street at 1032, the resident children called her Smoky, and on her evening jaunts across Beach Drive, she was The Marina Cat to every restaurant-goer and sunset-viewer who passed her on her way to the kitchens, where the busser Chae-Won had a little dish of dinner scraps waiting for her.
The Mountain and the Valley
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was the Mountain Spirit, Akwuk, expelled to her foothills, who sent up the cumuli to the rosy ceiling suspended between Kmarkn’s western and eastern peaks. A month past, Akwuk had come down from the mountain and entered the valley of Kmarkn at evening. She had passed through the line of cedars that divided her realm from Axwiy’s. Perhaps at this point, the Valley had sensed the Mountain’s unhallowed entry, or heard the strident thrum of its elysian heart on the night air.
- Second Place in Christopher Paolini's Fantasy Fiction Challenge
A Shrine On the Mountain
Mabel Marsh was deep within a dream in which she was moving very quickly. The ground was far below, and it was whooshing along as though it were being carried by a swift river. All those miles below (for miles they seemed to Mabel), yellow pastures gave way to green marshland in which thin grey streamlets twisted and wove, and upon which little white goats bobbed their horny heads as they drank from the bog. Mabel thought that bogwater must taste as awful as it smelt, for she could smell it all the way from—
- First Place in The Fantasy Prologue