"Smoke trailed up from a trash can a few feet from the bench. The smell was sickening and brought forth a wave of memories Emma had no use for."
—Emma Briard
- they/them
I edit magazines, read them please:
ALOCASIA: a journal of queer plant-based writing
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ANMLY: an international journal of literature and arts
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beestung: a micro-mag for two-spirit, non-binary, and genderqueer writers
ndn genderfuck crip neurodiva, find me on twitter
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