Letter from the Editor
You are reading the Fall 2018 issue of Vulture Bones, and I am thrilled to pieces that it exists. Everything in it is a triumph—ten triumphs, each unique, each strange, each beautiful and comforting, and discomfiting in its own way.
The stories and poems in this issue are good ones to nest with. As fall slips into winter, I have been nesting, sinking further into warm blankets, making my home a fortress against the oncoming hostility of the uncaring cold. Each one of these stories and poems in this issue is a voice in the dark, a ward against the world beyond the nest I’ve made. These are the things I keep close to me when I feel alone and vulnerable.
None of these are pieces I could ever have written, and that’s what I love most about them. I deeply love that all of these stories and poems are from transgender and/or non-binary folks, but all of them are about people and places and worlds that never would have occurred to me to write about. I love that we are all part of this wide and varied and infinite community, but we’re linked by common threads of experience, and that we’re in this together, building nests together to wait out the winter side by side.
Pronouns: they/them/their. B R Sanders is an award-winning autistic, 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.