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Gaze into it instead. Watch your skin peel back in tantalizing, translucent strips. It won’t hurt, I promise. Your eyes will sting at first, but that’ll ebb once you see...
Don't Hide From the Mirror
Gaze into it instead. Watch your skin peel back in tantalizing, translucent strips. It won’t hurt, I promise. Your eyes will sting at first, but that’ll ebb once you see...
Been getting a lot of the same questions since I started my blog, so I’m putting them all here. My ask box is closed. For any other questions, use your...
FAQ on My Vagina Dentata
Been getting a lot of the same questions since I started my blog, so I’m putting them all here. My ask box is closed. For any other questions, use your...
History doesn’t often linger on the details of messy aftermaths, those inevitable compatriots of vast dreams and noble intentions. Whatever survivors emerge become preoccupied with surviving, too distracted by necessity...
Code Green
History doesn’t often linger on the details of messy aftermaths, those inevitable compatriots of vast dreams and noble intentions. Whatever survivors emerge become preoccupied with surviving, too distracted by necessity...
Their sex gave the whale-bone unit and its thatched roof of albatross wings a sweet musty odor like a ripened durian fruit. It was one of the many fossil houses...
Excerpt from ECO24: THE YEAR'S BEST SPECULATIVE ECOFICTION — "The Water Runne...
Their sex gave the whale-bone unit and its thatched roof of albatross wings a sweet musty odor like a ripened durian fruit. It was one of the many fossil houses...
They found her at the start of the first spring rains. The culverts were clogged with leaves and surgical masks and used needles that surely must have swirled around her...
Come Here, Ofelia
They found her at the start of the first spring rains. The culverts were clogged with leaves and surgical masks and used needles that surely must have swirled around her...
September, 100° F The apartment is dark when I return, the blackout curtains doing their job of keeping the late afternoon sun out. It doesn’t matter, though. The air is...
Ghosts of Summer
September, 100° F The apartment is dark when I return, the blackout curtains doing their job of keeping the late afternoon sun out. It doesn’t matter, though. The air is...
Every dawn, I shed the husk of who I was. It lies crumpled by the bed—smiling, hopeful, small. I slip on today’s skin: the eyes sharper, teeth honed on disappointments,...
Exuviae
Every dawn, I shed the husk of who I was. It lies crumpled by the bed—smiling, hopeful, small. I slip on today’s skin: the eyes sharper, teeth honed on disappointments,...