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On hold for a bit while I start a new play.

This isn’t fiction. A man I consider a queer elder lost his husband a few years ago. These guys were kind of my “gay dads,” older gay men who were part of my coming out, men who were kind and encouraging and were safe harbors while I navigated my identity. The one who died ownContinue reading “11.11.19”

My heart is in the coffin, there. Buried with her. I can hear it beating. There’s nothing left in my chest. A hollow space. She emptied it when she emptied the apartment, robbed it of her things, she packed them in boxes and in the rush to finish, packed up my bloody heart. Stole itContinue reading “11.10.19”

Blue’s first friend was a young girl named Kya. They first met at Blue’s fifth birthday party, which was held in a small park a few blocks from Blue’s home. Her parents had rented a bouncy house, and since the bouncy house was larger than the small square of grass that passed as their backyard,Continue reading “11.8.19”

“But I want to go. I insist.” She slammed her fists down on the heavy wooden table, but it didn’t make the booming, authoritative sound she hoped it would make. “You can’t go into the caves, no matter how much you bang about,” the old explorer said. “It ain’t no place fit for a child.Continue reading “11.7.19”

Talking to ghosts feels like remembering. You don’t use your voice any: it’s all in your head. And even though it’s happening now, it doesn’t feel like it’s happening now. It feels like it’s something from a long time ago, something you can pick up the edges of, but not the whole thing. Not allContinue reading “11.6.19”

Little black dots. It looked like a splattering of tiny ink spots on the ceiling above them. There was a cluster of dots, maybe ten or twelve, slightly to their left, then a trail of dots, another seven or so, inching across the ceiling to their right. Like ants, they thought. A line of littleContinue reading “11.5.19”

We would carry the bodies together. Joe would take them at the head, because he knew I didn’t like to see their eyes. He was kind that way. I didn’t like the feeling of them looking at me as we slid them into the fire, judging me, as though I was some kind of monster.Continue reading “11.4.19”

You can’t add to a person once they’re dead. When they’re dead, they’re finished. All the things they’re ever gonna do and all the things they’re ever gonna be are written in stone. They don’t get a stitch more of anything. They’re whole. So when a person dies without knowing they’re gonna die, they dieContinue reading “11.3.19”

He pulled the curtain shut when he heard the women’s voices. “Malcolm!” Gravia sounded drunk. “Malcolm, there’s a body -“ “Lower your voice, you cow.” Lenka’s voice was wobbly, too, but she was at least still clear enough to think. Malcolm stepped out of the wagon and saw them. Still in their performance clothes, theyContinue reading “11.2.19”