"you're a fungus expanding your fibrous tendrils across dead skin and decaying organs; sing in the language of hunger, the words an ancestral memory buried in the genetic code..."
"A man stands in front of a mirror wearing last night’s makeup. He knows he should have taken it off, but he didn’t. He was having a good time, living his truest self, and he got home so late (so early)..."
"Out of sight of the hero’s dead eyes, he brushes his bony hands and gets back to the very important work of writing his treatise on the condition of the undead..."
"Side effects may include: conflating appearance with self-worth, emotional regression, decreased compassion, and debilitating perfectionism..." A micro essay by Jennifer Robinson.
"She has given / over to the probability of loss, which is enough / to make one ask, How shall the heart be / reconciled from this feast? How shall it / remain intact to keep her going wherever she needs to go?"
"I tell my friend something she wrote shifted my thinking. She tells me back she wants to know more about this. What is the more?" A collaborative flash piece by Wendy BooydeGraaff and Susan Wider.