Short Story

Poly Throuple Technology

What we liked most of all was each other. All three of us, the glorious fabric of the relationship, the family we made of ourselves—but we were losing the exhilaration we’d once felt, the wild emotional loops of our shared-identity roller coaster.

Sep 17, 2021
Not Kinky

The audience Q and A begins, and someone asks about the relationship between kink and queerness.

Sep 10, 2021
Become of Me

Do not fear your moments of sorrow, your deep frustration, the force of your being. I have made you strong enough to want and not receive.

Sep 03, 2021
The Summer of BSSZ

I’d tilt myself and roll to each side on the dirt, offering the bees new areas of my body.

Aug 27, 2021
House Was a Fist

A house birthed me and will likely be the death of me.

Aug 20, 2021
Café May

Even at their best, in-laws were the occupational hazard of loving someone else.

Aug 13, 2021
The Abaarso School for Clever Girls

Melinda’s violation of their agreement—to stay the same for each other, forever—was so profound that she split their shared sphere in two.

Mother’s Wolves

My mind drifted to the almost-lycanthropic being I’d imagined her becoming, half wolf, half researcher, neither coming back to me, dead or alive.

Jul 16, 2021
Acceptable Forms of Agony

It was during my third year of teaching the saints at Holy Trinity that the burning began.

Wolf Facts

If there were any justice in the world, I would have been born a wolf. Instead, I’m a seventh grader.

Jun 25, 2021
Spring Migration

Lori was in real, actual danger, but it was easy to convince herself she was not.

May 28, 2021
The Third Root

As the dentist works, her giant belly touches my arm and my head, and I think the baby kicks me.

May 21, 2021
The Five-Year Plan

The family in my novel is like this arowana. Born to hurt things. They are hunters, even when there is nothing left to hunt.

May 14, 2021
Searching La-La Land

La-la land, she called it, that place her daughter went that she would never go.

May 07, 2021

My mother isn’t dead. I know this the way I know that squares are also rectangles, and that the sun is also a star.

Dead Jasmine

On the anniversary of his death, I put a stem of jasmine in a glass vase on the windowsill. The flower’s fragrance a bridge between this world and the next.

Apr 23, 2021
How to Eat Your Own Heart

Your knife should already be sharpened.

Apr 16, 2021
twisty little passages

You walk to the house. The door blocks you from going farther.

Apr 09, 2021
The Joneses

They were lucky for the brilliant output of the world’s brilliant minds, for so many chances to consume it. Lucky to live in an age of plenty, of pleasure.

Apr 02, 2021
Mouth, Fist

He never imagined himself holding a placard, waving a fist. But this, this he could do. People needed to be fed.

Mar 26, 2021