selected by Sommer Schafer

The Museum of Heartache

Maybe grief is an artifact. Or a trinket God hands you that you’re bound to keep. Once you have it, you can’t be caught without it ever again. You can’t give it...

Custom / Conditional

The Rodeo Queen disappeared. This happened during the parade. She felt so wonderful, everyone in town watching, she deer-legged and waving from the back of a Fo...

Before There Was a Road

Maybe it began in the cool, green darkness beneath my mother’s rhododendron. Somehow I must have sensed, even at eight years old, that what I was doing was wron...

We Knocked Hard

I tried to count the blisters on my feet while you watched from the doorway. At age five, you were a year younger than me, just outside a dirty bathroom in a ho...

New Business

With only one non-binary and two masculine-of-center members, the group of friends was decidedly femme-heavy. Nomi announced this during New Business, with Priy...

Willpower

From her first breath, Sonya and her body have been at odds. It began as a force of uncooperative chaos that required overcoming. Abundant resources were consum...

Aquaranus

The months leading up to the millennium felt like an agonizing sermon in a packed church, the never-ending kind that loquaciously drags past noon and into the s...

Imagine Texas

for the embattled there is no place that cannot be home nor is —Audre Lorde   A glass globe, a myriad of Buddhas, chopsticks, a ceramic mug painte...