Category: Shortform Content

Weighted Blanket(a poem, I suppose) I dredge up the ruins of my own past and sift through its remains quite often nowadays. Where once I feared drowning in those emotional waters, now I swim through them as if I were born and raised in them. In a way, I suppose I was. Still, there’s much…

I Passed A Girl(a poem, I suppose) I passed a high school girl on the sidewalk as I was walking today. I glanced at her a couple of times as I walked by; curious, gently probing looks. She was pretty in the way youth is pretty, and she didn’t glance back at me, but she…

Late Entrya poem for Trans Day of Visibility(dedicated to those of us who have to live in the shadows) Hi. I’m Daphne. I’m sorry… I’m not very good at this. I know that in a sense this is what I do, thisstringing words togetherbut I’m not really a poet. My medium is prose — speculative…