Bassat’s Passion Fruit Ice Cream
Bassat’s father looks up in surprise from his chair near a hospital bed as Bassat enters the room. Bassat has a hard time naming all the emotions that cycle across…
Being Visible – Because It’s the Only Weapon I Have
Hi, this is Lilith, and I’m going to be taking over the blog solo today for Trans Day of Visibility. It’s not often that Amy Erica and I separate our…
Living in Someone Else’s Skin Means Living in Your Own Skin, Too
We’ve been thinking a lot about empathy lately. How empathy happens, how love happens, how attention to others happens. Right now the Iowa Statehouse, and many other statehouses around the…
On Demons and The Theft of Language
We spend a lot of time writing things about our worlds that don’t quite fit in the pages of a book — especially history and mythology that shape how characters…
Nuhu’s Lamb Stew
Alaki hangs out watching the first speakeasy patrons filter in: beautifully dressed, laughing, arms about each other, leaning on each other. Maybe they’ve already been drinking. The wall panel between…