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Ekphrastic 7/A Study in Aphroxology
Let me show you this place perhaps you remember it there’s this blood like nectar seeps up from mango stems bitter. (I am so bitter when you leave me feet fro zen in the ice and an abominable no-man...
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fanfiction for the sexually oppressed
“It’s 2:29 AM. In the morning,” says the clock. “GO TO SLEEP.” My brain tells the clock I’ll cut out its non-existent tongue if it doesn’t shut up, because I’m thinking about high school and isn’t that...
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Plan B: Seduce a Warlord
I used to tell myself that art was a good substitute for love. That if I didn’t find someone, I’d just drum harder and write with blood in my pen. But on the days I felt particularly hysterical and...
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new poem up at strange horizons
MY HAUNTING IS A LOAMY SKELETON… or so begins my new poem, Ekphrastic 22/The Drowning Girl, now up at Strange Horizons, as part of their special speculative poetry issue. It features a number of...
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Sex and Cinderseed
Virginity ended when I was twenty. Before that night of carpet and green-glass light, there were other nights: nights when sex was something that existed in books, on computer screens, and threaded...
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The Night I Slept with Devin (Skyglass extra)
The first night Devin spent at my house, he crawled up from his blankets on the floor and joined me in bed. We’d spent the day making music out in the forest, so he smelled like tree sap and cheese...
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Awkward Sex Scene (Skyglass extra)
Tell me something distracting, Phoenix said. Against my better judgment, I did: My first kiss was drunken, and numb from the smokeless–the cold winter cigarette the girl and I were sharing. We kissed...
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Blood, Bathtub (Skyglass extra)
Right after my parents died, I met a girl. Her name was Sylvan—a name she chose for herself, she told me. She had silver hair, buzzed up close to the skull. Her ears were beautiful. Like her name, they...
View Articlewashing off the road salt
I should be writing about a fossegrim from the deep south or, at the very least, foxes, but I read something beautiful this morning and the only way I can think to undistract myself from it is by...
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