I've been dipping my toes back into fiction writing. Here are three very short stories I wrote this year. I After a restless night of dreamless sleep, Jessica awoke, as if from a nightmare, anxious for a conversation she hoped would change her life. She had an interview
"This thing is constantly aspiring to be a man or a woman, and never achieving it—here, surely is death, but death strung out over a whole lifetime; here, surely is life, but life that death congeals before abolishing." - Simone Weil "Why does tragedy exist? Because
When I was young I wanted to learn how to do magic tricks. I was, like most young children, basically terrible at them. I liked the feeling of being astonished, and wanted to be on the other end of it. I devoured books on magic tricks, pressed my parents to
"Story, I think, should be the mortal enemy of the trans writer, who upon setting foot in the blast zone of literature will find herself irradiated with unwanted narrative energy. Everyone will ask, What happened to her? No one will ask, What does she think? - Andrea Long Chu
I've had several people tell me over the years that they would like to be able to follow along with what I'm reading, and that I should make a goodreads. My reading is too haphazard and partial, and the thought of tracking it on an app