It’s like an emperor’s new clothes thing. You can only see him if you’re cool. I pretend, I say, there goes that amazing Johnny.
I keep falling in love with cis people.
The flaring circle of her skirt is the unseen net of a spider’s web and your feet are glued to the floor, your tongue tangled in the stickiness of the threads, unable to utter a sound―unable to do anything but vibrate in the vain attempt to free your wings.
The tooth fairy was so sorry to have disappointed Micah, the note said; belief in another being was one of the last sacred things, and the tooth fairy hoped she had not damaged Micah’s in her.
This Spring, we’re tackling doubt in its many forms and how we go about expressing it in our forthcoming issue 76. Our fiction and poetry contest is now open, and we are pleased to announce our judges for the contest. R.O. Kwon Fiction Contest Judge R.O. Kwon’s nationally bestselling first novel, The Incendiaries, was published in