am is [prose] Dear Coach: today I thought about blades and wrists and combinations thereof. Isn't that sad? Isn't that interesting?

eighth day dirge [prose] that's all it is now, love: a coffin full of crickets.

2 The Lost Plays of Sophocles [short story] The lost plays of Sophacles will turn up piece by piece, or be written again in another language. A story about two men, a very special House, and someone who calls themself Star but whose true name just might be Apocrypha.

11 How To Be Unique [short story] [rated for language, homophobia] Start off young, with the donning of many hats.

1 layaway weeks [your life, waiting on hold] wednesday's a storebought dress and therapist sessions with too many tissues.

3 chinatown knockoffs [femmeslash] we're picking up common highschool themes and twirling them between fingertips when she says, i'm a wannabe...

1 where there's smoke once, twice, three times. [there's a fire].

1Greek Gods » [seven vignettes] First: You call her a Eurydice in the morning and a Eris at night, but to her you will always be an Echo.

1Blood Thicker Than Water, Oil Thicker Than Blood [combatting vignette] Margaret is cool and collected. She keeps a full thermos of peach tea with too much sugar in her refridgerator she listens to bands like Res and Speed Dial No. 2. Iris, however, is everything her sister Margaret is not.

1 Netherseason [poetry] Just relax, honey, and enjoy the ride.