As you go through your life, my darling broken monarch, you will fly from closets with less and less assurance. There will be times much…
‘How will you survive?’ (appalled parents ask). ‘Why would you choose to be poor? I just don’t agree with it. Don’t you want a normal future?’…
When I was 17, I spent a few months working the graveyard shift in a newspaper plant. The Miami News, to be precise. I was…
In a recent conversation, writer C.R. Stapor (author of the short story collection The Wraith Atlas, which I highly recommend), talked with me about developing a…
I didn’t know that I could be a writer. I grew up working class and poor. I wasn’t around educated people or people who would…
If I’m doing my job right, this column is different from previous ones. So, come along for a ride, we’re going off road. Random sentence…
“So I made a really great playlist last week,” said my friend as we embarked on a several-hour road trip. “You’ll love it.” “Okay, let’s…
You’ve dedicated your life to the Big Questions. Right on! So what are they? One says, “How do you get right with God?” Another smirks,…
Valerie Wetlaufer is a queer fat femme, birth doula, poet, and doctoral fellow at the University of Utah. They are Poetry Editor of Quarterly West, and…
“I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.” “Denmark’s a…