Read "Cashier Connection"
Read "Artificial Infatuation"
Read "Communication, Connection + Confirmation Bias"

Other Publications + Awards:

  • “Keeping The Fire Going”, essay, Creative Nonfiction Collective Society (CNFC) Blog, 2025

  • “Prairie Philosophy”, essay, shortlisted for The 2024 Short Long-Distance Writing Contest, Geist, 2025

  • “Woman Eating Valley Seasons, essay, yolk 4.2, forthcoming 2025

  • “HOWL”, essay, So to Speak blog, 2025

  • “Four Elements of the Affair”, flash fiction, Augur Magazine, forthcoming 2025

  • “Deep River Wikipedia Page, Revised”, essay, filling Station, forthcoming 2025

  • “Communication, Connection & Confirmation Bias”, essay, The North Renfrew Times, 2023 - print only

  • “Three Things to Mark the New Year”, essay, Eavesdrop Magazine, 2023 - print only

  • 2nd Place Creative Nonfiction Award: “The Idioms of Mother Hens”, essay, Prism International, 2023

  • Runner-Up Creative Nonfiction Award: “Hungry Daughter”, essay, EVENT Magazine issue 53/1, July 2024 - print only

  • “PAINBODY”, essay, kerning no. 4, 2023 - print only

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Back in the summer, chatting via email with the PRISM international editors about what I look for in a great essay, I wrote: “I really love creative nonfiction that is guided by curiosity . . . The kind of nonfiction I’m drawn to doesn’t disregard interiority, but it’s about more than the author’s inner life. I love to read something that uses the author’s particular consciousness and experience to draw something out of the world, making it stranger, or more familiar, or more real to me.”

I came away from reading the essays shortlisted for this contest in a renewed world. I had felt a chicken’s tender wattle—“a well-worn leather purse, the hands of your great grandmother, or a newborn baby’s fresh pink earlobe”—and cradled the freshly-slaughtered body of a hen against my chest. - Susannah Showler