She spends a lot of time daydreaming about having the time to play Harvest Moon and finally finishing FFIII and Chrono Trigger. She doesn’t have a degree in creative writing and is kind of just making things up as she goes. She writes a lot of things that she can’t find categories for. Her work can be found scattered through the internet and the occasional print magazine at places such as Wildness, Outlook Springs, Noble Gas Qtrly, and Datableed Zine. Her micro-chapbook, Inventory, is currently available from Ghost City Press. These days she can frequently be found staring at surreal art, listening to k-pop, sitting on trains, and feeling like a fraud. Follow her on twitter for your daily dose of food tweets and entirely mundane observations, or you can follow her on instagram for even more food tweets and entirely mundane observations, but this time in photo format.
She writes poetry about memory and embodiment, anatomical realities, and ghosts. If that doesn’t interest you, I don’t know what will. Besides a poet, she’s a scholar, dreamer, and the rest. Born in Fiji, raised in Melbourne, and living in Brisbane, her working has been published in Peril, Sundog Lit, Uneven Floor, Wildness, and elsewhere. She was awarded the 2016 Arts Queensland Thomas Shapcott Poetry Prize. Her first poetry collection, The Agonist, is forthcoming from University of Queensland Press in August 2017. Like the rest of us, she wishes she had more time to read.
Poet, entrepreneur, unreliable narrator. A writer living in a raining city. She reads, makes music, makes magic, questions her life choices, spins words, takes photographs, and listens for more. Her poetry, essays, and fiction have appeared in The Rising Phoenix Review, Hypertrophic Literary, and The Best Teen Writing of 2015 anthology. She was commended by the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards and the Jane Goodall Institute, among others. Her debut poetry chapbook, Heaven or This, has been downloaded over 15,000 times. At this moment she is learning of California poppies, the difference between warm milk & forgetting, and how magic behaves in times of desperate measure. She resides at topazwinters.com