FICTION
This is a different kind of dark than the one beneath a bedcover, more like the one inside a fist, a dark where we can’t see our own arms and can pretend for a while that we haven’t yet been booted from our mothers by that god who gets paid to kick girls out of the womb...
POETRY
Like any woman, / I am swirl and sharp angled
MICRO
nightly I lift my quilt hoping
they are there.
INSIGHT
As I drift to sleep, I wonder who the real me is and who’s the imposter.
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The Wolfbane bloomed, the autumn moon was bright, and still Dave felt out of place at the furry convention.
"We're all complicated, and we all make mistakes, and we all love each other. I like getting at that sort of very realistic aspect of the human experience, which is that sort of complicated nature of everybody."
