Jay,when I write
Bio
Hello.
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23, Black, queer, yup
Stories (109/0)
Zogshly
When I was a kid–just coming to terms with what sounds needed to stay and where to place them in my very limited vocabulary, feeling the limits of the English language when compared to my wonderfully creative mind and speech impediment–I created tons of words.
By Jay,when I write26 days ago in Fiction
Belongings that keep the score
I empty out all of my heart’s remains onto the kitchen table. These are all of the pieces that connected my past to my present, held my hands steady when I panicked, and kept my mind from going off into the dark places even though some have sadness that slip into them.
By Jay,when I write2 months ago in Fiction
Times when I think of flowers
Things that remind me of flowers: The ceiling fan in your bedroom that scared me, so we pushed the bed as far away from it as possible. Now, after a long night, I stare up at it and count its four petals rhythmically as my eyelids meet
By Jay,when I write4 months ago in Poets
