Writer. Rambler. Secretist. Nonbinary transfemme. They/them. https://www.patreon.com/tvs
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When you are writing, what is it about? Is art your business or is business your art? Are you writing about anything that says something? About humanity? Can we write about anything else? Are you saying anything worth listening to, worth reading? What if everything is worthy? What then? What
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This first story, which serves as a prelude of a sort, follows immediately after vox serpentis, the last story in Azza-Jono issue 7, “Memory’s Tricky.” The Leaving Room [Title by Mason Van Santana] Nikki reached the top of the hill, pale green and gray with loose stones. She approached
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I watch Rogger get smaller and smaller. “Rogger!” Pem cries. There’s a splash, and I can’t see Rogger anymore. “Oh, no! William! What are we gonna do?” Pem asks. I’m panicky and don’t know. The earth’s still shifting and the column of rock we’re
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I have, for the first time in my life, decided to return a book to the store. It’s not that it’s badly written. Clearly it’s well-written. It’s not that it’s plotless. I don’t care about that, not even a little. It’s not that
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FKA "1001 True Fans—Part 2: Do I Even Know 1001 People?"
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There’s an energy to Her Womb, which is why that’s where I gotta be. Outside of the confines or convention, deepening a different kind of binding, an internal and interpersonal one, with those who share a mind when together and separate, those differences enriching the whole and opening
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If someone tells a lie often enough and for long enough, people just … accept it. I nearly said they believe it. I don’t know if they believe it—actually believe it—or not. But they accept it. They accept it the way they accept other things they’re not
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The man called Clade arrived in a one sentence story about five years ago. It went like this: Clade was a glitchslinger, and that meant trouble. Here’s what happened next … Praxis O’Riley Clade walked the street of my childhood, during that time when I gave way to adolescence,
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Rogger looks at the sky. “Getting dark, friends.” Pem looks. “I can see fine.” “Me too, kitty. But William can’t.” It’s true. It’s getting harder to see. “Should we stop?” I ask. Rogger looks ahead. “I think there’s a break in the woods up there. Let’
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You can meet Nikki here, then carry on to here. All the Azza-Jono posts are here. Or you can just jump in … Panik’s Tomb Jessica kissed Nikki behind the ear, pulled close to her, put her scent all around her. “This place is sooo beautiful, Nik.” Nikki shrugged. “It’
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Permission. You have permission. You have my permission to read what I am writing. You may read it aloud boldly or quietly to yourself or mumbling self-consciously or entirely silently, just mentally. It’s all right. You have permission. You have permission to feel whatever you feel, think whatever you
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