Originally written for a friend. There’s a crick in my neck, and I think that’s what wakes me—the discomfort having finally reached a point I can’t ignore, both from the difficult angle in which I’d fallen asleep, and the unyielding surface of my desk. Secondary, of course, is the fact that my face was mashed […]

Originally featured in the Gay Apparel holiday charity anthology. Riley stared out the window, watching her first snowfall in years. She’d forgotten the way it muffled everything, the odd not-quite silence that it wrapped the world in. The way the cold made everything sharper, clearer, even while it blanketed everything. There was nothing quite like […]