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Read Piranesi by Susanna Clarke, on my recommendation, and gain no further information before reading.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Sep 9, 2023 | 0 comments
Read Piranesi by Susanna Clarke, on my recommendation, and gain no further information before reading.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Aug 9, 2023 | 0 comments
If you lived in Manitoba, you could at least call today Terry Fox Day. But then you would live in Manitoba.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Jul 9, 2023 | 0 comments
I once prepared a five-page document detailing all its quirks.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Jun 9, 2023 | 0 comments
I do not, in life in general, scream—not on roller coasters, not in pain, not when Wet Leg encouraged the crowd to unleash bloodcurdling cries—but when Harry was on stage, I couldn’t hold back.
by Gwyneth Findlay | May 9, 2023 | 1 comment
This is often our dichotomy: me with my mane of curly brown-red hair in bright, patterned pastiche; them with their almost-black shag and layers of black jackets.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Apr 9, 2023 | 0 comments
It would take twenty months for that data to drip through the solar system. So I waited.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Mar 9, 2023 | 0 comments
Life there doesn’t confuse me, but it’s no longer what I’m accustomed to. I’ve become a real city slicker.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Feb 9, 2023 | 0 comments
In one corner, it imagines a boat.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Jan 9, 2023 | 0 comments
There’s no escaping a year; we’re in it for the whole, well, year.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Dec 9, 2022 | 0 comments
Vowel merges have led multiple people to mistake my tale about seeing the ferry with spotting a fairy or my ponderings about Frodo and Merry as Frodo and Mary.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Nov 9, 2022 | 0 comments
Just before they leave my field of view, they look up.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Oct 9, 2022 | 3 comments
Heterosexuality itself doesn’t have the capacity to inspire passion, to push boundaries, to ignite change.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Sep 9, 2022 | 0 comments
I’d time the queue so that the lyric “can’t figure out / how I’m gonna get through the next 10 minutes” played as we arrived at the pitch.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Aug 9, 2022 | 3 comments
I can sympathize with bowing to the weight of societal pressure, but the potential roots of that pressure make me deeply uncomfortable.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Jul 9, 2022 | 0 comments
These plants simply grow, unimpeded, in ways that suit people and creatures alike.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Jun 9, 2022 | 3 comments
I often wonder what would’ve happened if I’d had that wedding night, one weighed down by the expectations of a brand of purity culture that left little room for alternatives to PIV sex.
by Gwyneth Findlay | May 9, 2022 | 2 comments
The gore of blood rain seems tame when it’s raining dead frogs, fish, or birds.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Apr 9, 2022 | 1 comment
Bringing a child into this world can require ingredients more dire and gruesome than puppy dog tails.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Mar 9, 2022 | 1 comment
I became used to telling people about the bridges I burned, but that’s not quite right.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Feb 9, 2022 | 2 comments
I was enchanted by the idea of a tree that grew colorful balloons, and… and I’m not sure what else.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Jan 9, 2022 | 2 comments
I’ve seen what makes this place valuable, what compels me to call it home.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Dec 9, 2021 | 2 comments
Ramsay is creating a version of himself who can create a masterpiece, even if he is destroyed in the process.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Nov 9, 2021 | 0 comments
After my team’s crushing defeat, I gave up nail art.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Oct 9, 2021 | 1 comment
Summer came t’ England,
so he danced among hemlock in a wood
by Gwyneth Findlay | Sep 9, 2021 | 0 comments
Claire paid no mind to the splotchy coloring and large, hooked beak; to her, it was a duck.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Aug 9, 2021 | 2 comments
No one ever saved me; no one ever knew I needed saving.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Jul 9, 2021 | 3 comments
By six, the sun was already higher in the sky than it ever reaches in our winters.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Jun 9, 2021 | 2 comments
Harry’s influence has allowed me to unveil aspects of my queerness that I did not know were hidden.
by Gwyneth Findlay | May 9, 2021 | 7 comments
Most bits of rock and sea glass in the tin on my mantle are from Aberdeen, but I will know this one for your home.
by Gwyneth Findlay | Apr 9, 2021 | 1 comment
The initial descent, which for Lil Nas is as simple as grabbing the pole, is trickier from the Moon.