"We Choose Each Other" traces 15 years of one character's history with a person and place, weaving between Portland and Brooklyn, life and death.

We Choose Each Other

Honorable mention in the Flash 405 contest. "Home is a funeral chapel, ground floor of our grandpa's Chicago apartment."



Eternal Rest

"The first time someone reels you in, cradles you, then throws you back will fuck you up. The second time’ll fuck you up more—you’ll start to think it’s something about you."

Love Bites

"Now that my rent had doubled, art modeling alone wasn’t going to cut it."


Double

In MySpace era Portland, ME, a performer wrangles with gender. 

"At Styxx, the queens fuss over me as the sole king in the Jell-O shot scented backroom. 'I’d date you,' winks a massive Divine doppelgänger."

The Crowd Goes Wild

2010 (flash fiction): a celebratory moment in the particular, artsy, Brooklyn existence of a character who makes a living between genders

notes from…(poetry): an ode to/lament about sequestering oneself + gender reveal party takedown

2010, notes from the past 24 hours in my androgynous apartment

"Yoni Space. That’s the name of this weeklong workshop at which I play assistant. It’s not some 1970’s Our Bodies, Ourselves throwback, The Leader emphasizes, but “a modern harnessing of cosmic Yoni energy.”"

Yoni Space

"The stars swirled and kaleidoscopically multiplied over the field as we ducked down into our tent, an action that felt as effortful and mysterious as spelunking in an Icelandic cave..."

Shrooms in Unity, Maine

"I came to town thirsty for all that it had to offer. 2007 Portland electrified me: 3 am seagull screams, cobblestone streets, exquisite graffiti, DIY culture."

Seagulls Circle and Scream

GSA: queer desire at a small, restrictive high school

Hey, Big Spender: a debaucherous summer of sex, drugs, and yoga (as one does)

two stories: GSA & Hey, Big Spender

A Maine summer bummer of a poem in which the speaker meditates on the cyclical nature of existence. 

"Tendencies to just one more/Tendencies to one too many/Tendencies to shouldn't have/Tendencies to but I did/Tendencies to sorry/Tendencies to why"

Tendencies

"They had blood red bedsheets, dark wood rocking chairs, stethoscopes that at some point they handed to me and said Have you ever listened to your own heartbeat?" 

type

"I transformed into a bearded soldier wearing an actual uniform, a glamazon in a red tutu, an androgyne in a black ensemble topped off by a fedora." 

Return

p. 42, Issue 3. In this speculative, epistolary tale, an adult grandchild, now a grandparent, finds their own grandparent's turmeric-stained coffee mug and is flooded with formative memories of the moments and philosophies that shaped them. 

Goldie Peacock (they/them)

Selected work