I write my stories in pond-water
as I lounge on my divan of reeds.
My halo of mosquitos hums to me:
"Your blood is a feast
and we are mighty hungry."
Something terrible moves beneath
the surface of this little lake
and begs me to know it.

Recovering techie with an MFA, working on like a kajillion writing projects at once. Check out the Post-Self cycle, Restless Town, A Wildness of the Heart, ally, and a whole lot of others.
Trans/nb, queer, polyam, median, constantly overwhelmed.
Current hyperfixation: SS14
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I write my stories in pond-water
as I lounge on my divan of reeds.
My halo of mosquitos hums to me:
"Your blood is a feast
and we are mighty hungry."
Something terrible moves beneath
the surface of this little lake
and begs me to know it.