Sf slipstream. Maybe. An interstellar quest for home, a battle, star-crossed lesbian lovers. Published in the anthology Twenty Epics. Thanks to my sister, Mrissa, Rilina, J.H., Margaret Ronald, Charles M., and Greg London.
short stories
Hopscotch
You’re far from the homestar, on the run from the big guns. You think of the places burned behind you: forked glassy structures with their petal-sails spread toward the more assertive of twin stars, the girl-woman with the peony eyes you left after a single bowered night, the weapons (guns, guns, guns) with your name inscribed on them in sixteen languages. Your faces.
