Stories by Julie Swanson

Julie Swanson,

There was no lack of company, / although many had moved on / citing wider horizons / and seeking brighter dawns.

Julie Swanson,

Nor did a man ever question the / Majesty of the galaxies that sleep on a blanket of black.

Julie Swanson,

"Together, we are a structural abnormality, but apart we live at the extremes."

Julie Swanson,

"What is your core? What is the source of your fire? And what if it's the same as everyone else's?"

Julie Swanson,

"What have they done to me?"

Julie Swanson,

"You never understood the sanctity of personal space before. But the “bubble” of personal space that seems to be a universal joke means something now."