An American writer with a flair for dark fiction. Currently living in Brisbane, Australia.
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Haiku: The Overlooked Poetry
The haiku is a poetic form that is light to handle but difficult to master. Underappreciated for its simplicity, it is sometimes thought of as the poet’s hors d'oeuvre: that is, a bite-sized piece about some minor observation used only as an entrance or complement to real writing.
A Love Letter to the Trans Community
Is it appropriate to begin a love letter with an apology? You see, as recently as just a few years ago, I was somewhat resistant to the idea that people could identify as a gender other than what was assigned them at birth. I was a bad, privileged gay: I was born male, I fit nicely into my male skin, and so I believed everyone else should be proud to identify as their birth gender.
As I wandered, unsure of where I was going or whence I came, I was struck by the stillness of the meadow. No wind tousled the long grass, no birds tweeted among the trees. My legs carried me forward, on through that lifeless, green garden, trackless in time and place. Sunlight filtered wan and dusty through the branches, but still it seemed to me a lightless forest.
Through the Ice
Mom wasn’t wearing makeup when she answered the door. As she hung there in the threshold, silence drifted between us on the winter air. Her lips pulled back as if to form words, hovering on the very edge of speech, but released in the end. She heaved a breath from her nose, a sigh caught somewhere between relief and grudge.
Queen of the Sea
Seaspray crackled against my cigarette as I drew a long puff. This was my favorite spot on the coast. It was mostly secluded, except for the occasional circle of potheads sharing a spliff. The evening was dark, cut through by silver winks of moonlight on choppy water. Somewhere below, at the foot of the sea-cliffs, the sound of gulls bickering rose between the crash and hiss of the waves.