Here are the bookshelves of Ali Son Sea, one version of a whole me • The storyteller version. My process and its products act as both an investigation into, and expression of identity and sexuality.

I aim to share my writing in a regular and steady trickle.  Is there a predictiable pattern?  I have not yet found one. My guess is the rhythm relates to a heartbeat, solar, lunar tempo. I invite you to  Jump into my flow.

∆tips for floating

The way the story told itself to me is the prologue to Dancing from the Hands. Nothing needs to be read in order. It might make more sense that way though. Or less.

No I'll never kill • My darlings dear, I'll plant them • Alongside my fears