An elliptical optical illusion, like how the moon is actually just cashews and vinegar and something else. Garlic, I think. It, probably, has a crush on me? Big rocks in space don’t have hands to hold, but we’ll figure something out.
In this new column, members of the Voiceworks Editorial Committee will be highlighting creative roles, processes and communities within the publishing industry and beyond that are less discussed in traditional publishing education. For our first piece in this series, Adalya Nash Hussein looks at platforms focused on publishing and developing writers of colour.
The Romans defeated us but we were reborn: in cathedrals and Romantic poetry, in Bauhaus and Lestat, in teenagers heavy with black lipstick and eyeliner. If you made potions in the sandpit, grated acorns against concrete, pried itchybombs for their fluff, you may be one of us.
While those with money are given the time to deal with the pain of loss—a trauma that has been observed and recorded since as long as people could record—the poor are expected to mourn with their teeth bared, fending off vultures with hearts haemorrhaging.
when I got to LA it was literally on fire and everything felt really purposeful. I’m not entirely sure what happened, I got into the habit of drinking a lot but I wasn’t sure I was having fun. I couldn’t stop staring at myself and going on dates…
Is it terrestrial? It slopes across the screen, sensory and sniffing needles darting around the LED display. In its wake, a dancing thick goo obstructing.