Stories about: death
“I always feel like poetry is the most intimate literary form there is.” Andy Jackson chats to Alex Creece.
In death, the social media profiles left behind become incidental moments of crossover: an often-unintentional memorialisation.
Could we stop seeing death as a failure? My death will happen. Like the piglet’s, my dead body will disintegrate.
My family only really knows the old me, holding onto a dead man’s name – and I use the word “dead” as a trans woman. But I have been able to heal and grow as a woman.
Paranormal topics are often misunderstood, feared, and vilified – just like many of us in the queer community.








