SinkThe ward has got this music. This culture. Feel it on the first morning, this atmosphere that will grow into me, turn into a branch of my body.
creative nonfiction
Piper Gourley
Writer from SoCal. EIC of The Institutionalized Review. Owner of a sweet axolotl named Huxley and a goofy orange cat named Poe.
Selected work (13 publications)
Treatment as a NounA Lesson in Treatment (singular noun)
Your personality is a bag of symptomology. Your heart is a wet feather, your mind, a weighted ball. Everything in you is made to sink.
creative nonfiction
Black Ribbons, Black Water, Black SkyA week after Jack’s decapitation, Peter drove Jack’s old truck through the San Fernando Valley and straight into the Los Angeles River. Jack’s truck was the color of Paul Masson.
Fiction
When The Plane Falls From The Sky—I do not remember that I have stolen the pearl earrings until day three. I wake up from hibernation and go to throw my work clothes in the washer, and I hear a plink-plink, and there they are, at the bottom of my machine.
Fiction
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