The Reader

“I can’t believe you would write about something like that,” my sister said. She had called our house, it was pure luck that my mother happened to be out.



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Two fireworks mid-explosion in the night sky

Ana

she was the first boy I had ever kissed and I wanted to be kissing a boy but I wanted so badly to be a girl while doing it


A vista of the Sonoran desert, with carious catci and the sun setting behind hills in the distance.

The Cirrus Circus

Our collective moisture and heat condensating in the sky, the first cycle of a dynamic and unpredictable climate in this new home: the end of her quest.


Fruition

On Easter morning I found the head lodged in the dirt of my backyard, upright and still alive.


The cover of Love the World or Get Killed Trying

Excerpt from Love the World or Get Killed Trying

I am preparing myself for the act of shaking hands with Sólheimajökull, 36.8 degrees °C greeting freezing, as the bus drives through a landscape of lush hills filled with grass and sheep who won’t become meat-market fashion victims if I have a say in the matter, which I don’t.


A blurry image of lights against an orange sky.

Tun-tun Goes to Lahore

We do not forget, especially when we try. And that is why I will not fill your head with these stories: you will have nothing to forget.