“Deep in the building, behind corridors & empty offices & pipe-wormed basements, Oleska has found a door. The stairs leading down are carpeted, her steps hushed to a whisper, the walls naked. She descends.” Published in: The Kyanite Press, Volume 1, Issue 2 (November/December 2018)   Paperback Pricing: $8,85 eBook Pricing: $5,85

“licorice bleeds into lime bleeds into dust / skeletal rickshaws & ghostly sirens / tuk-tuk axles greased with human fat” Published in: Lonesome October Lit, Halloween Issue (October 2018)  

“The transport touched down inside the bunker complex, and Fenton got off with the other recruits. The halls and corridors were endless, only stretches of them outfitted with lights and ventilation, isolated from the planet’s wastelands by gates that had been welded shut.” Published in: Bewildering Stories, Issue 783, October 2018

Gihan straightened as his tuk-tuk sputtered and fell silent. The moon rose over the paddies as he tried to restart the engine. “Whoever helps me shall live in my house and eat my curries.” Published in: Page & Spine, Crumbs, September 2018  

“The whole neighborhood is abandoned.” Aleyah adjusted her hijab and grinned at her two friends. “Literally.” They dangled their legs from the edge of the floating school. At this time of day, the great Neo-Mahaweli River surged through Colombo, its tides raised by the drainage canals and influx from the mangrove belt.

“When it rained, only dust fell from the sky. The preformed people were out on the streets, fighting their little wars, but not much else moved under the suffocating heat.