"Eventually, it became clear that this is really a love story — as much as what it means to love and accept oneself as it is about romantic love with another person."
"My number one ambition, always, is to create a community in which competition is banished (there shall be no "best") and personal growth is celebrated. Within such a trusting, open, can-I-say-loving environment, extraordinary things unfold."
"I hope my work will inspire readers to think of how the mistreatment of nature leaks into our day-to-day lives. I want people to think of how patterns in our personal lives echo patterns that occur in the natural world."
"Environmental activism must, in my opinion, go hand-in-hand with social justice efforts; it must be integrated into the project of dismantling power structures and in service of creating more equitable societies."
"Sometimes it takes months to return to a piece because I need time to become the version of myself who knows how the piece ends. It might be a new life experience or friendship — or temporal distance from an experience or relationship ending — that helps contextualize the missing pieces, and I love the process of discovery that comes with writing."
"A lot of times we writers create these beautiful pieces that highlight trauma, and then we share that work, and we live in those trauma-tinged words, and it feels immense."
Eric Scot Tryon is a writer from Northern California. His work has appeared in Glimmer Train, Willow Springs, Monkeybicycle, X-R-A-Y Literary Magazine, trampset, Berkeley…
More than anything else, it is this natural ear for sounds that makes Kelsey’s fiction stand out; her characters and their movements are given form by it.
Tara Isabel Zambrano and Christopher Allen discuss expanding The Moment in flash fiction, stirring the bubbling pot of character, and knowing when a draft is done.
The map of human life isn’t a line, and I wanted to show that here. Life can look like a phone call coming from your chest, a door in the middle of the woods, a moon that, for a time, sings, and then is never heard again.