Every note of this song of our making & remaking belongs to you.
Read MoreEven in stories featuring dead characters, more often than not it’s my protagonists that do the haunting, looming like spectres over their own lives, trying to break through and feel real again.
Read MoreIn the back alley of my mind a taxi leaked orange light against the worst of my wounding and I said, I want to leave that here.
Read MoreEvery future wears the name of a self you used to be. The body is a malleable thing here. Whatever you need, you can become it.
Read MoreGratefully, writing happens to be a method of preservation I have access to. It’s allowed me to guard my grief.
Read MoreWhat we do, what two mistimed people have always done, only ever has one ending. It will never be clearer than it is right now.
Read MoreIn Issue I of our second opus, show us what you’re running towards, or running from. Give us speed & surreality. Surprise us. Blur the borders. Make us look again.
Read MoreIf we are all the dead conversing with the dead, I like to think the language we use to bridge the space between us is called music.
Read MoreMy work as a writer is aimed at truth which, like a song, cannot be contained.
Read MoreA series of songs chosen by Issue X’s contributors, a mix to light up all that desperate quiet & sing the grief alive.
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