Photo © Ambika Thompson ~after Sherman Alexie A car travelling at 100 mph will continue to do so until it hits a tree. There is a North Pole but Santa doesn't live there anymore. St. Nicholas was a real person but he died eons ago. Last month you were alive.
I can not tell my left from right these days. I've been sending my prayers to a deity in the east. She held out a hand to me, dropping her scales in the river to do so, her very name the word compassion. That constant churning sound that follows each step I take towards you,...
Talk to me about who you were, who you've become. Let's go deep very quickly. Pinpoint the inaccuracies. It's hard to make beauty. There must have been moments: God, Sex and alcohol People can get lost in all those things. The community of Gemini watching the throne; perpetually in faux awe.
Alyss publishes poetry, fiction, creative non-fiction and art by female identifying writers/artists. Read the compete guidelines here. SQF: Why did you start this magazine? Amanda Faye: You can read a rambling version of how Alyss came to be in the Letter from the Editor of Issue One.