What I Want to Write

By Gemini Wahhaj • After publishing my first novel, I found myself unable to write. I had lost language. I had lived in the US for more than twenty years with some sort of relationship with the writing community.…
By Gemini Wahhaj • After publishing my first novel, I found myself unable to write. I had lost language. I had lived in the US for more than twenty years with some sort of relationship with the writing community.…
Dark birds fly from my eyes. Disappear. Where do the kittens come from? We don’t have a cat. Just kittens lumped together like a single entity. A litter. In a box a blanket a bag on the passenger seat?…
“You’re a highly intelligent individual, and I’m sorry, but you probably know already that intellect and depression often run together.” The school counsellor raises her hand up and down to simulate a wave. “Your thoughts and your moods move…
1. The day had been long and pleasant and I was dozing off in the early evening to the sound of leaves rustling. The wind would come around the side of the house and blow through the karaka trees…
My first job was at a farmstand with a twenty-five-foot papier-mâché witch named Winnie towering over the parking lot. Eyes like a lizard’s with vaginal slit pupils and a boulder of a nose. She enchanted people. Drivers would pull…
Cynthia Marie Hoffman and Emily Costa are both authors of memoirs about obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD). Costa’s Until It Feels Right is a diary-style account of intensive three-week therapy for OCD. Hoffman’s Exploding Head is a collection of prose poems…
More and more, I think about how, at its base, creating art is not a solitary experience but one meant to be shared with friends and like-minded people. In her recent craft book, Acetylene Torch Songs: Writing True Stories…
Grace Loh Prasad is a literary sister of mine in many ways. She is a good friend, fellow memoirist, and neighbor. We are both members of The Writers Grotto and The Ruby communities in San Francisco, and alumnae of…
By Emilee Prado • The writing of Gertrude Stein, although idiosyncratic in genre and subject matter, might be best distinguished by its style. Both her poems and her longer works have been called literary cubism. They are impressionistic, introspective,…
The first step is realizing that you just can. Do you look at the other trendy queer people in your life, consider that they possess something so freeing and joyful and good, wish that perhaps you were as lucky…
I came out to myself on the cusp of thirty. My story is not the same as the main character’s in this piece, but the dynamic explored here is one I’ve been haunted by for several years. The “you” character of this story is an amalgamation of many people’s experiences and represents a coming-out narrative that I continue to puzzle through.
The writing of this particular story came out in a rush, one of those rare and fortunate drafts that seems to know exactly what it wants to say from the first. It was born in a SmokeLong Quarterly workshop, where it received much kind and helpful feedback from my group mates.
A few craft elements bring this piece together: playing with sentence lengths for emphasis, the shift from general address into a close personal narrative, and the pacing generally. I’m particularly proud of the way it comes together in the ending, and I hope it drives the reader to feel the main character’s adrenaline and desperation. In contrast, the opening is much starker, which I hope feels so obvious as to be ridiculous. If you want to love a woman: go ahead. Nothing’s stopping you—except, of course, all the challenges detailed in the rest of the story.
I’ve always enjoyed reading effective second person. This perspective can do wonders for bringing the reader intimately close to a subject, and often works very well in flash. I don’t believe I’d have been able to sustain this voice in a much longer piece, but it serves its purpose here. There’s also the “joke” of the title, which holds the heart of the story. You can’t, most would agree, choose your orientation to “become” anything different than you always have been, at any age. Rather, the story argues that you must instead choose how to live your life once you’ve gathered all of the necessary information. That information has come to me largely through hearing the stories of people who have taken those courageous steps, and I hope to do them some justice here.
CATHERINE BUCK lives in Jersey City, New Jersey, with her partner, pets, and plants. She holds an MFA from Rutgers University–Camden and was a member of the Tin House YA Workshop. Her work has appeared in Cotton Xenomorph, Bending Genres, Vestal Review, and elsewhere, and has been nominated for Best Microfiction 2024. In her free time, she attempts to bake bread and explore new places. Find her on Twitter @buckwriting.