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Stories Poems Essays

On Saturday

I briefly had a crush on the doctor who administered my vaccine. It was the elixir of biceps and hope.

The Knowing

I was every fig on every fig tree. Those reckless writers warned the man and the woman not to eat me

Never Forget

Never forget the terrible speed of birds skirting on top of green water. The earth’s rotation unseen through sunglasses.

Grey’s Humanity

The world shut down, and theatres went dark. We left everything ready for the next rehearsal, the set meticulously dressed.

Ode to Tiresome Machismo

Pink sweaters sometimes bring strange weather here. Normativity is a macho badge, I am a growing symbol of myself.

Frances Koziar Poetry Collection

Behind me like a waterfall, parting: for one moment, I glimpsed you beneath the lies and the masks and the violence.


The repetitiveness was mind-crushing. The cruise-lines he followed all day seemed like a prison.

Melrose Place

In harmony, in love
Though all things end
Even if it’s lightning in a bottle

A Portrait of Madness

Explore the words and worlds of those voices deemed too unruly. The term ‘Crazy’ undermines radical thought.