Waling the Desert Sands – A Poem

When we found each other,

I had been wandering the desert

for far too long.

My skin had become chapped

by the wind that whipped

around me,

a barrier built by hate

from others who didn’t care

to understand me

and from myself,

all their words turned inward

against me.

When I saw you for the first time,

your face visible through the wind

I thought it was some kind of mirage,

or that you were a spirit come to find me

so that the sand could finally take me.

Your face became clearer,

sharper,

more focused until

I had to admit that you were real.

When your hand found mine,

your eyes were so close to my own and you

saw into me,

took in all that I was,

and you did not turn away.

When you pulled gently,

I almost fought against you,

afraid that when you saw the real me,

made bare by the desert sand that had sliced  

against my skin.

My flesh was raw from the hurt,

but still you saw me as I was,

not as you wanted me to be.

I was able to let the wind go

when you took my hand

because I had found a place to belong.

With my hand in yours,

walking towards a future with you,

I knew that I could leave the desert

behind me.

Prix Aurora Awards – Voting Is Open!

I’m super thrilled! The voting for the Prix Aurora Awards is now open!

If you are a member of The Canadian Science Fiction and Fantasy Association (CSFFA), you can now place your vote! My novel Minotaur is up for Best YA Novel. Voting runs from today until July 18th, 2026. You can hop over to the CSFFA website here: https://www.csffa.ca/

If you are not a member of the CSFFA, don’t worry! You can sign up to be a member and it only costs $10. You can find info at the same link. You have until July 11th, 2026, to buy a membership if you’d like to vote in this year’s Prix Aurora Awards. The real bonus is the fact that you get to download and read everything that is on the ballot. That’s a lot of bang for your buck.

There are so many amazing books, poems and stories to vote for. Check out the full list here: https://www.csffa.ca/awards-information/current-ballot/

I’m so thrilled that my novel is on the ballot. It’s a career first and a dream to even be nominated for a Prix Aurora Award. Ever since I started writing, I’ve dreamed of making it on the ballot and I’m so happy that I made it on the ballot with Minotaur.

You never know when you’re writing a book if people will like it. The journey of writing a book for me can take upwards of a year and the entire time, I had no idea if anyone would want to read a story about a young woman who lives with a disability in the darkness of a labyrinth. I just knew that I had to write it. I’m so glad that other people like the book, too!

Hop on over to the CSFFA website and place your vote. If you love Minotaur, show the novel some love. You will get sparkles automatically sent to you!

Until then, I’ll be within the walls of the labyrinth, making sure that the dark is held at bay.

Glass Magpies – A Poem

I gather letters to myself like a magpie.

They are shiny and sparkling and I need to hold light right now.  

As I gather them up,

the light draws me inward so that I can look at myself,

and I can really see myself and who I am

without wondering what layer

to make people comfortable.

These pieces of glass hold onto the light,

making them pulse and shine.

The letters are written in different handwriting,

slashes of F’s, A’s and G’s like bullets written on glass,

each slice of the letter like a scar on the surface burnt black;

To counteract the hatred,

I can also see the soft curls of Q’s, U’s, E’s and R’s

that are written in chalk along the rough surfaces of dark red bricks,

in bright lines like feathers in a rainbow of colours,

ready to break down walls and barriers.

These letters hold a story within them,

of whom I’ve always been;

it just took me a while to see myself properly in the glass.

I walk further along the path,

collecting more pieces of glass along the way.

There is a drumbeat in the air and with each step,

a sense of promise grows in me,

which only increases when I find myself in a clearing.

In front of me,

there is a stone with an outline of me,

and I wonder if it was made by the same hand that made the letters.

Approaching the glass,

I begin to place the shards with the outline,

knowing that when I have filled the whole silhouette with glass,

I will finally be able to see myself

as I truly am.

Come Read in the Dark

It still boggles my mind with excitement that Minotaur is an Aurora Award nominee.

It’s all kinds of wonderful that the book has been recognized this way and I’m just glad that people are enjoying it. It’s even got some reviews on Amazon which is lovely. It took a lot for me to write that book, so having Minotaur nominated for an Aurora Award is incredible.

If you want a chance to read Minotaur and hundreds of other great stories, graphic novels and poems, you can always join the Canadian Science Fiction and Fantasy Association for the low price of $10, you can read all of the books on the ballot for the awards for free! I mean, how amazing is that?

You can find more information here at their website: https://www.csffa.ca/

Voting begins on June 6th, 2026, and closes on July 18th, 2026, so you have plenty of time to read Minotaur and so many other amazing works.

The live Aurora Awards ceremony will take place in August, but there is plenty to read until then.

I really hope you enjoy Minotaur and the other amazing worlds there are to dive into.

Come into the labyrinth, I promise there is enough light to read by.

Thirteen Years to Tomorrow – A Poem

I find myself here every year,

standing by the same pool of water

wondering what the new cycle will bring.

It’s been an honour to watch myself

grow into who I am,

the reflection of me rippled by the water.

There was a part of me that thought

I would beat this disease

that lives within me

and that I would find

a way past all of it,

break through the wall

into the light of a new day.

Thirteen years living with

this intruder has taught me differently.

I can’t push through everything

and ignore the difficulties;

they teach me who I really am,

remind me what I’m capable of.

Thirteen years has taught me

nightmares can exist during the daytime,

take place when the sun is out,

not only hiding in shadows;

I’ve had to rearrange how I think

of where terror can be.

Thirteen years ago has given me

a different perspective on who I was,

and who I wanted to be;

all these years have taught me that,

despite what the shadows my try to tell me,

I am capable of real magic.

Thirteen years have shown me

who I really am and,

even though there are days

where I don’t recognize the reflection

that I can see in the water,

its only because the spell I cast

all those years ago

came true.