The Deadlands | February 2024

There has always been a sparrow inside me. At first it was just an egg, something I felt in my belly before I even had the words for it. I remember asking my mother about it, the way she hugged me and said, it’s nothing, trust me, try to ignore it and it’ll go away, and that was the first time I knew the world was not simple, not to be trusted, and it would never be simple again after that. [read online] 

khōréō magazine | January 2024

This soup, you like it soured with fermented wheat bran, full of the herbs you can’t find where you live, and every year I make it redder, darker. I make it sourer, so that we can eat and talk truly. But once a year is not enough. We run out of time. [read online] 

Strange Horizons | August 2023

Little by little, I bloomed: a single clocktower (there is a tower at the heart of every living city), no bigger than a blade of grass, with little dirt roads radiating from it; then tiny red-roofed houses and a neoclassical theatre and kiosks on every corner and markets and packs of stray dogs. [read online] 


Maria Haskins: "a deep and wonderfully joyful story"

Charles Payseur (Locus): "a moving look at the idea of home"

Heartlines Spec | July 2023

Amar never touched the pomegranates. If I ever bought one, I’d take it home like a dark secret and eat it when he wasn’t there. [read online]