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“152” in Departures (chapbook/anthology, above/ground press, June 2008)
It was three days before anybody asked why Gordon was still there. “I’m waiting,” he replied, guilelessly, confused by the question. What other reason could there be for being at Lincoln Fields Station? ...
“Bleach” in The Puritan, fall 2007
I don’t think teenage girls bleach their jeans anymore. I’ve never seen you do it, anyway. I’ve never seen you take a pair of scissors and make an uneven pair of shorts out of a perfectly good pair of jeans, and carefully fray the cut. I’ve never seen you take the dull side of the scissors and wear a hole in the knees, leaving a few white threads that will make red lines on your knee when you wear them. I have never seen you do that. ...
“Antipode” in In Our Own Words, vol. 6 (anthology), 2005
“Skin” in Slow Trains (online), fall 2004
I would like, when I die, for my skin to be tanned with lime and stones and river water, and made into the pages of a book. But they don't make books of skin anymore, so you'll probably bury me whole. ...
“Fog” in The New Quarterly, winter 2004
“Pigeons” in Another Toronto Quarterly (online), fall 2003
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