This is a quick note, my darlings, to tell you that this month I have a piece published in Hippocampus Magazine.
I know I should be over the moon excited, but the truth is I feel extremely small and vulnerable now. It’s very personal, this piece, written out of the emotions that have sifted to the top of several years’ worth of murky feelings. I don’t want to write a treatise on the piece; I hope it speaks for itself. But I do want to admit that I’ve never wanted less to share a piece of my writing—yet, at the same time, this piece feels important, and I find I can’t not share it.
So if you like, go see the sliver of my soul that I handed off to the world. Perhaps it’s a sliver that we all share.