The stories in this folio piece together alternate, speculative histories that reflect distinctly queer modes of life: often without a clear resolution, a “moral,” or a sense of “straight” logic
“What’s more difficult? Gay marriage or ghost marriage?”
Not just her former hands, but the whole scaffolding of the skeleton in front of her had become a Jenga tower whose crucial block had been pulled away from the bottom
when does / a door become / a door , as it opens / or when it closes , / revealing an entirety – its face / or a fixed movement / of its hinges , is that smiling / or saying goodbye , / moonlight / or memory.
The concrete tetrapods tempered the waves, and the space between them made room for love between boys.
When the epiphyllum buds reached peak bloom, petals everywhere began to fall. They began to fall like rain.
It didn’t bother him that he attracted, and was attracted to, people of the same gender—all of this felt perfectly natural to him.