A Girl Defines Herself
No one knows for sure where we came from; no one can say where we’re going. We are, in the linguistic sense, mysteries. Secrets. In some ways, threats.
Spatchcock
The body hardly looked like a recognizable creature without the head, the feathers, the feet. She could almost forget it had been alive.
Everything So Different and the Same
How trees can’t cure cancer, but they still matter
A Brief Catalog of Humans, as Observed by the Cryptids of Encante
The Myopic Cryptozoologist - Everyone’s least favorite human, this persistent creature is a narrow-minded cousin of perhaps our favorite type of human—the cryptozoologist—and differs from that specimen in several key…
TRYST – Fractured
We learned secrecy young—two girls taught to swallow our hunger—so we meet up at nightfall once the last lights have gone out.