- By Emily Wojcik
But her features were falling off her face and her lap was sliding off her legs and her voice shifted, as if the ground were dropping away, and she slipped inside her skin a little, as if the mask were too big, and the air rippled with voices and the clatter of clean plates and the clink of glasses, To your health! . . . from “But her feelings,” Volume 60, Issue 3 (Fall 2019)
Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.
In college I took a playwriting class and wrote a really goofy piece about a farmer who fell in love with one of his chickens. I have no idea where that came from—really, I shudder to think.
What writer(s) or works have influenced the way you write now?