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Scars that Never Bled

scars that never bled

were never wounds

and beings like you

were not made

for love

a poetry chapbook


“But you see you have to, right?” Her gaze darts around the room, and this time it doesn’t seem like she’s pretending as she leans in and lowers her voice. “If they take your baby away, even for a year, you’re not getting it back.” 

An Adult near Future Science Fiction Novel



A Boy Made Of Sand

A human? The excitement the master promised me earlier finally starts to bubble in me.

He touches the marble to my left arm. It’s cold now and sends shivers through my small body. Or is that the magic working? I can never tell the difference between cold and magic.

Middle Grade Light Fantasy