Letter from the Editor

B R Sanders

Here we are again! Vulture Bones' second issue is live!

I have always been a very solitary writer. Not so, for all, but it is true for me that writing has always been a very hermitic act—me, and the keyboard, and very little else. Writing has represented an act of turning inward, of self-exploration, of escape from the rest of the world. 

Vulture Bones is an inversion of this pattern. It is a work of literary collaboration on my part. Instead of digging inward, my part of this issue is all reaching out, all bringing together, all interfacing with others. Creating a space—digital or otherwise—entails that outward work. I build a frame so that others can fill it up. Building the frame stretches different muscles than the filling does.

It’s a serviceable enough frame, but the eight poets and storytellers in this issue have done a remarkable job filling it up. There are hard stories and soft stories. There are stories of life and stories of death. There are turns of phrase that will make you remember, suddenly, a feeling you have long ago forgotten.

Here we are again! We’ve come back again with more! We never really left, and we never really will!


Pronouns: they/them/their. B R Sanders is an award-winning genderqueer writer who lives and works in Denver, CO, with their family and two cats. B writes fantasy novels about queer elves and short fiction about dancing planets. They love drinking coffee and sleeping. B tweets @b_r_sanders.