Mother: “Where night is full of hungry mouths, / I lost my dream. I gave it to a coyote passing."

It’s 3am when the bot knocks on my door  And he looks like a man, but  I can tell he’s a bot from the way he stands there Stiff like his body is the ex-girlfriend  he had a painful and inexplicable br...

Novellas and a short story collection from “the apex of queer speculative fiction publishing” —Publishers Weekly

Learning how to die begins with remembrance.

Something like a syllabus for a course that doesn’t exist…. curated for The Bog Body Motif in Trans SFF, Salon C-D, Saturday, July 11, 2026 13:00. Readercon. Ann LeBlanc dave ring (moderator) Sonya Ta...

It’s 3am when the bot knocks on my door  And he looks like a man, but  I can tell he’s a bot from the way he stands there Stiff like his body is the ex-girlfriend  he had a painful and inexplicable br...