Corn

You are the most prolific farmer in federation space. Today marks the sprouting of your two-trillionth concurrent ear of corn. The local news operation sent a crew to your cottage in the centre of the field to ask you about it.

Posted on May 18, 2021 .

Gone Swimming

I have received much support for my transition. And suddenly, everyone wants me to go swimming all the time. They don’t understand that I don’t have a reflection in bodies of water.

Posted on May 18, 2021 .

The Sixth Week

I haven't had a clear thought in days. Not one word you are about to read has been written without a therapeutic-bordering-on-toxic level of coffee consumption beforehand.

Posted on May 18, 2021 .

A Grief Revisited

At the funeral service, I stood to read a poem and lost my cool. I choked on the lines and forgot how to read. The mask I worked so hard to create in high school shattered. The confident, at times arrogant, know-it-all me died that day.

Posted on August 14, 2020 .

The Sun vs. The Moon

“Well Re, here’s the thing,” Celine tells him. “I’m going back to the apartment and packing up everything that is mine and what I want to be mine, and I’m leaving.” Re opens his mouth, but Celine holds up her other hand, “Oh no, no, no. I’m not done.”

Posted on August 14, 2020 .