An Interview with Lucy Sullivan

In Barking, you use handwritten text that sprawls out from the text into the panels, blurring the line between narrative and reality. What was your process forming the visual features of the novel?

First, I plotted the full story before drawing, akin to a film script. Then, I broke the story into chapters; this allowed space for a set-up, points I wanted to make about mental health crisis care, and a crucial change in the closing chapter. I had previously spent a significant amount of time developing the visual style of Barking while I researched the themes with a development sketchbook. The difficulty with creating graphic narratives is allowing time to draw everything you write. It’s a long, laborious process, so it’s wise to make sure you can complete it.

To depict the experience of a mental health crisis, the art had to have a sense of urgency. So, the reader could feel the grip of psychosis, layouts flowed with the protagonist’s state of mind, and the lettering overwhelmed and contrasted reality.

It took time to find the layouts and narrative devices. I realized the art needed to not be overly planned, so I wrote loose dialogue and action in scenes, sketching freely until a chapter started to form. It was a very experimental approach to making a graphic novel, and perhaps one I wouldn’t repeat, but it was the only way to make Barking. Telling stories from such a personal place felt, at times, like an exorcism. I banished the demons of my past onto the page in carbon and hopefully I’ve trapped them there. It was a difficult book to create, but it’s reception by readers has been incredibly cathartic.

Your story features significant themes of grief and depression. If you could change anything about the way these issues are represented in media, what would you like most to see? And how did you channel these thoughts during the writing of Barking?

I had specific hangups about the depiction of both. Part of what caused me to end up in such a bad place, was how narrow our understanding is. Grief is always linked to loss; it’s seen as devastating at first, but something that society expects you to get over very quickly.

It can also manifest in various guises. I was sad, but I was also furious at the world. My loss made me aggressive and unsympathetic to the point that people couldn’t see that what I was struggling with was destroying me. Feminine rage is an uncomfortable image, so I was keen to bring that to the forefront in Barking.

If you picture someone as depressed it will be a slumped over figure, locking themselves away. I was the opposite. I had three jobs, a busy social life, and on the surface, seemed to be coping, but I was also drinking heavily and getting into dangerous situations.

Apparently, anger is viewed as a more masculine response, so I wanted Barking to challenge how we think people behave when they crumble; how their ethnicity and gender affects that, as does the sympathetic nature of their behavior. Difficult people are not easy to help, but they probably need it more.

Alix’s inner world takes center stage throughout the text, and at times it is difficult to know what is real or unreal within her world. How did you strike a balance between depicting the all-consuming manifestations of Alix’s mind with the wider story?

It was important for me that readers felt as disorientated as Alix does in her crisis. However, I wanted to make sure I didn’t lose them entirely. I chose to keep realistic time frames by adding time stamps and dates to each chapter. The story is set 18 months after the death of Alix’s friend to address that aspect of grieving. I used research, and anecdotes from friends, to get accurate timings for the sectioning process at NHS hospitals.

I know some readers have struggled to keep pace with the book. It’s a challenging read both in content and visuals. I thought I might only get one chance to make a book like this, so I decided not to compromise my vision. I’m glad, as many have embraced its chaotic nature and found it an emotional read.

Though the story features elements of realism and psychological drama it also incorporates aspects of horror. Were you inspired by any horror projects or concepts in crafting the hound voice that stalks Alix?

When you start developing stories, you realize how much of your world view is based in folklore and film tropes, at least it is in my case. I knew early on that I would depict the depression as the “Black Dog” symbol.

I was discussing the links to Black Dogs and doom with my partner when he mentioned Old Shuck. It’s Yorkshire lore about a beast that roams the moors. It originates down south in Suffolk and is known as Black Shuck. It’s the inspiration for The Hounds of The Baskervilles and reminded me of other tales with black dogs that signaled death.

I was profoundly affected by An American Werewolf in London as a child. I saw it way too young, after the death of my best friend when I was 6 years old. The sections where the protagonist talks to his dead friend were incredibly soothing to my mind. I realize now that I created my own lore around death based on that experience. It’s hugely influential in Barking.

You’ve stated that Barking was inspired by your own mental-health experiences; do you have any advice on how to approach incorporating real-world experiences into artistic expression?

This is such an individual path to tread. Originally, I was going to create a story with myself as the protagonist, but I found I depicted myself in a much more positive light than in reality. It was incredibly difficult to draw myself, acting as I did, going though the worst memories I had, and be brutally honest. So, I started sketching character ideas and found it much easier to be open about my experience through Alix Otto.

Sometimes, I think you can get a message through better with fiction than reality. Add a dash of horror, ghostly tropes, or a phantasmagorical beast, and readers might be more inclined to take it on board. It also allowed me to incorporate not just my experiences, but the experiences of friends and the wider mental health system.

It’s not only yourself in these stories. If you decide to take the more realistic approach, make sure you speak to anyone living that may be included and consider the social and emotional repercussions. My own family have found it very difficult to read Barking. Many people didn’t realize what I was going through, and I found it impossible to tell them. But through Alix, they can now see, and it’s there if they want to know more.

Barking was your debut piece, but you have new projects upcoming that also center around difficult issues in modern culture. What is your next work about?

My next project, Shelter, is a folk-horror series set in late 60s/early 70s West London. It’s inspired by my dad’s childhood amongst the Irish community, my own childhood growing up in a live-music pub, and our eclectic regulars alongside my love of Celtic folklore. I wanted to create a story that focuses on the women of a community and how immigrant groups form networks to protect themselves in hostile environments.

Lastly, do you have any advice you’d like to share for aspiring writers hoping to break into the publishing industry?

I certainly do! Firstly, whatever idea you have just get making it. Make the book you want to make, not what you think readers want—they will find you. Chat to other authors, chat to publishers and bookstores but don’t just pitch your idea at people, be interested in what they do. Be active in your part of the industry: join local groups, support other creators, form a work-in-progress group to support each other. Creating books can be really isolating so find your people and grow your community.

If, and when, publishers or agents show interest don’t just sign that contract! Join a union such as Society of Authors who will vet contracts. You can always negotiate with decent publishers, so hold onto copyright, creative control, adaption rights and moral rights as much as possible. Talk to other authors represented by them who are willing to share their experience.

Finally, don’t lose heart if success doesn’t happen quickly. Publishing is a long game, so stick with it and your time will come. It’s a competitive industry and those at the top are a minority so do it for the love of doing it and just enjoy it. Everything else is a bonus on being able to do something as cool as making stories. Best of luck!

An Interview with Jason Loo

You’re currently working on Hulk Not Smash: Practice Mindfulness the Mighty Marvel Way. Can you tell us more about this project and how it came about?

Hulk Not Smash was put together by our extraordinary writer Amy Ratcliffe and the good folks at Chronicle Books. When they came to Marvel to look for an illustrator, I think it was my work on Marvel Meow and Lucky the Pizza Dog that got me the gig. This book teaches people about self-care and mindfulness through examples of Marvel’s fan-favorite characters, with exercises to practice ourselves. Readers will learn to not judge a book by its cover and keep an open mind like Beast, learn to face your fears with Daredevil, be in the present with Kitty Pryde, and so much more!

How would you say the concept of mindfulness fits into comics core values, especially when some readers pick up monthly issues to see fight scenes and punches on panels?

I think readers really need to read the story around the fight scenes. What I love about every Marvel character is they each have their own flaws and struggles that can resonate with a lot of fans. It’s not about punching harder to win a fight. Fights can be a metaphor for a relatable obstacle, and it takes a lot of thinking that gets them to overcome these challenges. 

You’ve recently written Sentry, who is a Marvel superhero connected with mental-health storytelling. Also referred to as the Golden Guardian, Sentry has had calming impact on The Hulk while also being a threat to other Marvel heroes. Where was the character at when you wrote SENTRY: LEGACY?

Robert Reynolds is still dead after the events of King in Black. I got to introduce brand new characters to carry the mantle of the Sentry. And while each one of them had their own everyday challenges, it was the main lead, Mallory Gibbs, who shared a close parallel to Robert Reynolds with her disability, cerebral palsy. Imagine having the ultimate powers of one million exploding suns but not be able to have 100% control of your body due to tremors. She deals with the self-doubt of not feeling worthy to have such powers, but later realizes, she needs the same perseverance as she did living with CP.

In the past, Robert Reynolds’ mental-health struggles were projected outward. Can you talk about the relationship between Sentry and the Void and how that relates to the concept of shadow self?

I barely touched on the Void in my series as its concept was a huge can of worms for a four-issue mini-series, especially when I was busy trying to flesh out the new characters. But Mallory Gibbs spends a good half of the series with her own internal struggles after a big accident when her powers unexpectedly ignited. She slowly comes out of her cocoon by practicing her powers bit by bit to good use. It’s the accidents that bring her back down in a rut. But she realizes that she has the power to help and it’s better to try than to do nothing at all.

Could you talk about how the characters in SENTRY: LEGACY explore the division in fandom mindsets regarding diversity and inclusion with mainstay characters?

I wanted to show representation for the minority in fandom who rarely see themselves in comics as the hero. Right away, I knew this initial idea would trigger backlash from some fans that want their traditional superhero to return, which was never the initial mandate for my series. I’ve seen it in the past on Twitter with other POC characters becoming successors to the classic superheroes. But Robert was at least honored through his milestone memories from his Marvel history in SENTRY: LEGACY. What made the series worth it for me was the positive feedback from fans that related to Mallory Gibbs’ disability. Editorial and I did the work and collaborated with our creative consultant Cara Liebowitz, a disability advocate, to make sure a character with CP is handled authentically throughout this series. I hope we get to see more of Mallary, a.k.a.: Solarus, in the future.

In the end, SENTRY: LEGACY is about giving yourself grace and time as you level up. Can you talk about a time when you learned that lesson in your career?

I think that was back when I finished my own self-publishing series, The Pitiful Human-Lizards. I was doing all the roles in that series for five years: writing, penciling, inking, coloring, lettering, etc. As I wrapped it up, I thought I told everything I wanted in a superhero comic. I was also burnt out and going through legal issues with a former publisher that made me want to quit comics entirely. But then my good friend Chip Zdarsky reached out to me out of the blue and wanted to collaborate on a project together. It became my second wind in the industry, and I wanted to give more than I previously did, knowing more eyes would be on this book. And that caliber of work won us an Eisner Award and brought me so much attention from other editors, and that’s when my career began to sky-rocket.

What other projects do you have coming out?

I’m currently writing the ongoing series Werewolf by Night: Red Band with artist Sergio Davila, and I wrapped up on writing for the Dazzler limited series which ends in December. There’s a bunch more that I can’t say at the moment.

If we could focus on Dazzler for a moment, antimutant sentiments are currently at an all-time high in the Marvel Universe with the fall of the mutant nation, Krakoa. What pressures are on Dazzler?

With Dazzler’s new level of success from topping the charts and selling out arenas, she’s trying to please all her fans, both mutants and humans. But when she knows her fellow mutants are being threatened and discriminated against in the world, she decides to take a stand. And that might not please the other half of her fans. So, Dazzler and her team are navigating through these pressures during the tour while villains and even a talk-show host try to villainize her for being a mutant.

How does the character’s music showcase her personal journey and what artistic roadblocks does Dazzler face?

Her songs are Dazzler’s narratives. They are another level of storytelling. I’ve fit in history about her past relationships in them and her own struggles when she was outed as a mutant by her music producers. I don’t think Dazzler has any artistic roadblocks at this point. Her album is fully produced and out in the world for everyone to hear. Some people may have their own interpretations of her songs (read issue 2), but she makes it clear what her stance is on stage. She’s a mutant, out and proud.

Antimutant sentiment comes from a place of fear that mutants are the next stage of evolution. Can you tell us how physical and verbal threats against Dazzler help her to evolve?

She looks to her PR/lifestyle manager, Wind Dancer, to navigate the dangerous tides, but for the most part, follows her own heart to do what’s right.

Where can our readers find you online?

People can find me on Instagram @jasonloomakescomics.

Written In Dreams: Volume II

Dreams! We all have them. And we’ve all seen our dreams change throughout our lives. A childhood dream of being a rodeo cowboy might evolve to obtaining a computer science degree… Or even the other way around… Whether you’ve dreamed of jetting off to the stars or creating vast worlds that transport eager readers, these potent aspirations motivate and drive us.

That’s especially true here at the Brink Literacy Project, where we utilize the power of storytelling to affect the lives of people on the brink—anyone who is marginalized in society or otherwise lacks access to traditional means of learning about and employing the art of storytelling. We want to make dreams come true for our students, everyday.

But… what about our staff members? What have they dreamed about as wee storytellers?

Alexander Lumans

As a young writer, what did you dream your future in publishing would be?
In my earliest writer days, including my college and MFA years, I’m pretty sure I dreamed about auditorium classes full of overly studious English majors, all discussing their analyses of a book I wrote. As a student, I actually loved doing this, especially when I got to talk about a book I was particularly obsessed with. It now feels a little weird realizing part of my publishing dream involved school and research essays, but school was all I really understood back then.

How did you think you would obtain that dream?
Thankfully, I learned pretty quickly how much you need to give yourself over to your obsessions. The kinds of bizarro obsessions I didn’t really understand: collecting bottle caps, taxidermy, cool graveyards. And I decided to trust them to light my way deeper and deeper into the unknown.

Has the dream changed or shifted? And if so, how?
I think (hope) it’s changed! Of course, I’d still love to publish a book that college students have to pull support quotes from while resenting their professor. But the dream also feels so grounded in the hopes of writing a book that only I could’ve written. A book that exists only because I exist.

How does actually being a writer compare to what you dreamt it would be like?
It’s so much more difficult than I first dreamt of. Mostly because so much of the world doesn’t want you to write at all. It wants you to waste time buying things on Amazon. It wants you to watch Monday night football. And it wants you to ignore art. I try to remind myself that anyone who writes is creating against the grain, which makes the writing feel even more worthwhile.

If you could meet any other writer, living or dead, in your dreams who would you meet with, and why?
Barry Lopez, who unfortunately died only a few years ago. His incredible nonfiction book Arctic Dreams changed my very DNA. Not just as a writer but as a person who must engage with the environment with conscious decisions. In my dream, I figure he and I would go wandering together around the North Pole and talk to polar bears.

Eileen Silverthorn

As a young writer, what did you dream your future in publishing would be?

When I started college as an English major with a concentration in Creative Writing, I thought for sure I would be an author or an agent. All about that first part of the publishing process: the creation and the advocacy.

How did you think you would obtain that dream?

When I looked around at my fellow writers, it seemed that you had to either be writing or reading when you weren’t workshopping or submitting. I thought if I did it enough, I would eventually get there. I didn’t think luck or timing had anything to do with it!

Has the dream changed or shifted? And if so, how?

This dream has done a complete 180! Well, maybe not completely. Editing and writing are both different and adjacent for me in in terms of fulfilling my creative dreams. The idea of being an editor felt like it would have too many rules, too much technical focus. If anything, though, guiding authors through the editing process it has allowed me to become a better writer AND better reader, grasping the nuance of both.

How does actually being a writer compare to what you dreamt it would be like?

Being a writer has been WORK. I knew that being an AUTHOR would require a lot of dedication and hustle, but there was this fantasy that once you “figured it out” then you could lean back and just write. If only it was that easy. Writing is fun and fulfilling, but also an unending journey of development. And like most things, requires constant practice.

If you could meet any other writer, living or dead, in your dreams who would you meet with, and why?

I would love to meet Oscar Wilde in my dreams. Not only would it be a good time (he would be GRAND at a party, I mean, c’mon), but so much of his writing has seemed effortless to me. Inherently curious, creative, descriptive, but like he doesn’t take himself or his craft too seriously all the time. His writing and stories are not everybody’s cup of tea, but they don’t need to be to have value. This perspective is harder to understand and maintain than you’d think, especially in this industry and in our broader, content-consuming culture.

Ari Iscariot

As a young writer, what did you dream your future in publishing would be?

I don’t think my conceptualization of being published was very concrete when I was a teen. There was just a desire to have my writing, my “dream” novel, out in the world and being read and loved. I was also very involved in editing and beta-reading for fandom works as a teenager and that inspired my love for helping people develop their stories. I hoped I could continue that beyond the realm of fandom, in a professional capacity.

How did you think you would obtain that dream?

College, internship, and then plenty of hard work. The ush.

Has the dream changed or shifted? And if so, how?

My desire to edit hasn’t changed, and I’d love to have my own business some day with clients who are drawn to my personal style and approach. I don’t, however, want to publish traditionally in the way I used to. My desire now is to learn enough HTML, CSS, and Javascript to create a website to publish my stories and make them interactive. I want complete creative control over the art, soundscapes, music, etc., in my stories, and traditional publishing wouldn’t allow that.

How does actually being a writer compare to what you dreamt it would be like?

I don’t think I ever had a stage of dreaming of being a writer. I am a writer. It’s what I’ve always done. You could as soon ask me to stop breathing as to stop writing. I’d be lost without it.

If you could meet any other writer, living or dead, in your dreams who would you meet with, and why?

I did an interview on our F(r)iction site not too long ago with Phoenix Mendoza, and she would absolutely be my pick. She’s been my inspiration for years; her writing influenced my style more than any other writer I’ve read. Who knows, if she’s down, maybe some day I can travel across the states and make it a dream come true!

December Staff Picks

Dominic Loise

Alan Scott: The Green Lantern

Alan Scott was the first Green Lantern created in 1940 by Mort Nodell and Bill Finger. Like today’s characters, he used willpower to create emerald shaped images with a power ring. Being a kid/adult with anxiety, I was attracted to the concept of willpower and focusing your energy on a task. I even bought a Green Lantern-like ring to wear and would be questioned about being a man wearing jewelry. 

Recently, Alan Scott came out as one of DC Comics’ queer characters. The Green Lantern title has always been on the forefront of dealing with social issues. The classic Green Lantern/Green Arrow run of the early 70s showed heroes addressing social issues of the time. In the 90s, the series had a storyline dealing with violence against the queer community. But Tim Sheridan’s Alan Scott: The Green Lantern tells the stories never told out.

Told in flashbacks, Sheridan uses settings and characters of Alan Scott’s classic comics to explore the characters who masked their true identity and weren’t in the Justice Society of America WW2 era. Arkham Asylum is the location for the trauma conversation therapy, and the men hiding in the dark alleyways are not there for robberies but connection.

Alan Scott also finds those who support him throughout this series, which are all told via heartfelt moments. Alan Scott: The Green Lantern lets a classic character’s true self step into the spotlight and out of the shadows on his own timeline. 

Simon Kerr

To Be Taught, If Fortunate

Winter! It’s cold. And we all know what else is cold: the vacuum of space! As holiday times approach, I continue to think of nothing but hope-punk space novellas, a.k.a. the Becky Chambers Special.

To Be Taught, If Fortunate follows four astronauts who study exoplanets. Each planet has unique biomes, flora, and fauna, some unbelieveably beautiful and some chilling in darker ways. Come for the casual queer representation and stay for the exquisite scenery.

Eileen Silverthorn

Christmas Horror

Don’t get me wrong, I love some Hallmark holiday cheese and classic Christmas stories. But my love for the horror film genre—even the ridiculous, campy ones—is a year-round thing. Therefore, I have been binging everything from KrampusGremlinsBlack Christmas (the original and the remake, I don’t discriminate), and the new Terrifier 3. There are more, too many to even name here, but I am considering making this festive and spooky movie marathon an annual tradition in my family. If you want to bring this seasonal chaos to your watchlist as well, here are some ideas to get you started.

Drinking the Magnolia Moon

After Wenyi Zhu’s “Magnolia Moon”

It was I, Daughter of the Stars,

who plucked the milk moon from the earl gray sky,

brewed a new cup with her magnolia petals,

stirred to life with my spines.

Her steam is sweet to breathe,

Sakura spirits caressing the blue craters of my eyes,

blushing my pale sick skin.

Sweeter to sip,

as she weeps bright tears upon my lips,

soft spins silk upon my tongue.

She makes me smile,

wraps me in the warmth of her halo,

fills my belly with the promise of life.

You’ll never know coldness,

or darkness,

or starvation

again.

My child,

you’ll never know.

I smile,

and I smile,

And the moon bleeds black

and smiles back

as the world fades to purple dust.

Still

Eli has officially been declared a missing person. I trudged through the snow, my boots leaving deep impressions, while I watched my breath escape in shivers. We had one flashlight and six people’s worth of determination to find Eli.

Max was ahead of me, shouting into the void: “Eli! Come on Eli! I know you can hear me, dammit!”

I jogged to catch up, my breath shallow in the cold.

“Max, we have been searching for hours.” I said, through choked back tears.

“He’s fine, Kit. We are going to find the idiot. Okay?”

“Okay,” I sniffed back.

I could feel something was wrong. It felt like the tether tying us together had snapped and Eli suddenly went loose.

We would always go for walks along the river together. Giggling, cracking jokes, howling up at the sky like the goons we were.

I took a turn through the woods and headed down the hill towards the riverbank. I kept walking, mindlessly, not really sure what I was even looking for. A body?

I was looking for a body.

The police found Eli’s car at the trailhead. His phone, keys, and wallet sitting in the front seat.

I continued walking along the rushing water of the partially frozen river, rubbing my hands together from the biting cold. I had been out here for hours, looking, longing, hoping.

As I continued down the riverbank, I stumbled into a clearing. There was a perfect opening lit by the moon; a tree poised so it hung gently over the water.

And there he was.

I dropped to my knees and screamed up at the sky. The kind of scream that stained memories, burned lungs, and caused aches in your bones.

Max and the others came running from behind and took in the scene. Max dropped down and wrapped his arms around me. We huddled there together in the snow—the moon the only reminder the Earth was still standing.

November Staff Picks

Inanna Carter

Golden Hour: Part. 2

I’m a K-pop girlie through and through, and I’m more than happy to say my latest obsession is ATEEZ. After listening to their song “Bouncy (K-Hot Chili Peppers)” at least fifty times throughout the year, I proceeded to become a casual listener until “Crazy Form” popped up. Considering I’m still in my post-concert depression months after seeing them live, it’s safe to say I like their music.

ATEEZ’s latest album, Golden Hour: Part. 2, released on November 15, and I can’t get enough of it. I hyperfixate like crazy, so I’ve mostly been listening the title track, “Ice On My Teeth,” but my favorite part about ATEEZ is the diversity in their music. If you want something more hip-hop, “Ice On My Teeth” is perfect. The music video is gorgeous, and all my ATEEZ head canons are coming true. But this is a different type of music they’ve been working on, and their past albums have a much different vibe. No matter what your favorite music genre is, I urge you to listen to some ATEEZ. I guarantee you’ll find something you adore.

Nate Ragolia

The Substance

Fans of body horror classics like David Cronenberg’s The Fly and James Gunn’s Slither can rejoice for Coralie Fargeat’s The Substance perfectly melds gore, humor, and trenchant social commentary. The film follows Elizabeth Sparkle (Demi Moore) a one-time Hollywood ingenue and Oscar-winner who has transitioned from acting to hosting a TV aerobics show. On her 50th birthday, she’s fired by a shrimp-spittle-slime ball network executive (Dennis Quaid) who makes it no secret her age is the reason. Distraught, Elizabeth has a progressively worse day that leads her to a young nurse who offers her a flash drive containing information about the titular Substance. After injecting the mysterious medical miracle, Elizabeth’s life is transformed and a younger version of her has a new lease on life in the spotlight… but this is a horror film, so things get messy, sticky, bloody, and gross quickly and frequently.

Director Coralie Fargeat does an impeccable job capturing the gore and viscera, and hearkening back to giallo films like Argento’s Suspiria, and even Kubrick’s The Shining, but what’s most incredible is how she employs the male gaze and its voracious and wolf whistling consumption of the female body to enhance the tension and pervasive exploitative energy. Not only do we spend long shots taking in the nude bodies of Demi Moore and Margaret Qualley, Fargeat also actively deconstructs the women as sex objects, where the focal points of breasts and crotches and butts are montaged to remind us of our cultural failure to really see the whole person comprising the women we exploit. This exaggerated, force-feeding of the male gaze pays off in an ending that pulls no punches. If you thought Carrie had a bloody conclusion, The Substance will ask you to hold its beer.

Kaitlin Lounsberry

Wicked

I’ve been a Wicked fan since 2004, a year after the musical premiered on Broadway staring powerhouse duo, Idina Menzel and Kristin Chenoweth. I was 10 the first time I watched the musical in Chicago and it become a pivotal moment for my childhood. Fast forward 20 years and those same overwhelming feelings exist as Wicked, the movie not the play or the book, finally comes to the silver screen.

Originally whispered to be in the works in 2010, Wicked shifted from director to director until it finally settled with Jon M. Chu in 2021 and shortly after came the casting announcement of Ariana Grande and Cynthia Erivo. It was also announced the film would be split in two, forcing fans to wait even longer for the conclusion of this story. Though there were some additional setbacks due to COVID-19 restrictions and the SAG-AFTRA strike of 2023, Wicked finally hit theaters mid-November. And was the wait worth it? Yes, yes, 100%, yes. As someone who has seen the musical more times than I can count and read the book that inspired it all, I like to think I’m a fairly good judge of this adaptation.

Grande and Ervio embody Glinda and Elphaba earnestly and with the care and attention lovers of the musical expect for the iconic duo. Their vocals harmonized in such a cosmic way it’s as if they were destined to star opposite the other. Supporting actors Jonathan Bailey, Marissa Bode, Michelle Yeoh, Peter Dinklage, Bowen Yang, and Jeff Goldblum exhibit the same zest for their characters as Grande and Erivo. It’s evident the amount of care and consideration Chu put into every decision made in the creation of the film. It is magical, in the most simple and complex ways you could imagine. I cried, as did most everyone around me, as the titular song, “Defying Gravity” closed out part one. I’m not sure how much better I’ll fair emotionally when part two is released November of next year, but I’ll be waiting, eagerly and heart full, to be changed for good.

Dominic Loise

Sunflowers

Sunflowers by Keezy Young could be presented as a companion read to my previous selection of A Fox In My Brain by Lou Lubie. Both biographical graphic novels have the writer/artist exploring mood disorder and destigmatizing the conversations around the classifications and public perception of bipolar disorder. With A Fox In My Brain, Lubie deep dives into the diagnosis and misdiagnosis of her cyclothymia as she goes through therapy and mitigates life. Sunflowers presents to the reader the feeling of cycling and Young’s experiences with bipolar 1 disorder. 

Young starts Sunflowers with the feel-good period of hypomania and through color palette and line breaks portrays their feelings as their personal narrative slides into disconnection associated with mania. Young maintains an organic shift of hues as they begin exploring the psychosis stage. Here, their word blocks are tight, like bricks stacked together, to give the sense of someone behind a wall of racing thoughts while imagery outside the dialogue is out of focus, showing the inner self cut off from the tangible world. 

Young doesn’t shy away from the feeling of darkness that comes with bipolar 1, but they also present a pathway of mental-health awareness and address the stigma associated with bipolar disorder. I read and connected with Sunflowers just after an out-of-state move. My self perception at this time was focused on how I would need to start again with a new talk therapist, psychiatrist, and being away from my core support group. I feared all the work I had done on myself was slipping away with the stress of a move and selling/buying a home. Feeling disconnected from all that, this graphic novel helped remind me I wasn’t alone as someone with bipolar disorder, I wasn’t starting over with my mental health, and I was continuing to heal in a new place.

I am truly grateful that Keezy Young’s Sunflowers was the first thing that I unpacked to read in my new home.

Sunflowers is published by Silver Sprocket.

From the Red Side of the Moon

The corners of Dolly’s eyes are marked red so that the cameras can find them; secretly, it’s so I can always see where she is looking. From the wing, I can tell that she is making eye-contact with every single person in the front row left to right. Each word, she sings especially for each of them, the clear notes of her voice dancing in the air like flakes of early-December snow. Where I stand, though, it isn’t snow so much as ash from a nearby fire. From behind the cyclotron, the spotlight glows a rusty red—as red as the tilled dirt in their tiny town, red as her heart-shaped lips, red as the Republican party. It hangs above me, her, and the entire auditorium like the strawberry moon— but only I can see the red. The audience only sees white, and she only sees the audience. The strawberry moon means that fruit is ripe and ready for picking—shouldn’t all those yokels be at home, harvesting?

The solstice heat was sticky and oppressive, although it was nearly midnight. We laid in the untouched plot of land behind her house. Her father kept trying to grab it, but the zoning office found new ways to thwart him. He is the mayor, for Christ’s sake, she would rant to me. Secretly, I was grateful—I didn’t want to see all the wildflowers mowed down to make room for cow pasture. The way her blonde hair was splayed out on the grass only confirmed my opinion. It looked like the ring around Saturn, a halo to her big round face. She stared at the stars, and I stared at her.

“One day, we’re going to get out of here.” She affirmed, then rolled over and kissed my cheek. I nodded and looked up to the big strawberry moon. “We’ll move to the big city—Nashville, or St. Louis—rent a tiny apartment, and we’ll meet men that aren’t farmers, and—”

She glances back over her shoulder as she turns for water and casts a wide waning-crescent smile. The glare of the spotlight casts her lace dress and the teeth I know to be brilliant white a faded shade of cadmium. The light glances off of her celestial body, and I understand now. She only reflects. Never produces.

When she turns to face the audience again, I walk out the stage door to the parking lot. I look up at the sky, drinking in the stars and satellites and bits of space junk; I drink up Venus and Mars, but I spit them out again, because they aren’t mine to hold. I try to hang on to the harvest moon, but it vanishes from my hands in a red puff of smoke. I brush off my dusty hands and go back inside. Dolly will need her Diet Coke soon.

Written In Dreams: Volume I

Dreams! We all have them. And we’ve all seen our dreams change throughout our lives. A childhood dream of being a rodeo cowboy might evolve to obtaining a computer science degree… Or even the other way around… Whether you’ve dreamed of jetting off to the stars or creating vast worlds that transport eager readers, these potent aspirations motivate and drive us.

That’s especially true here at the Brink Literacy Project, where we utilize the power of storytelling to affect the lives of people on the brink—anyone who is marginalized in society or otherwise lacks access to traditional means of learning about and employing the art of storytelling. We want to make dreams come true for our students, everyday.

But… what about our staff members? What have they dreamed about as wee storytellers?

Valerie San Filippo

As a young writer, what did you dream your future in publishing would be?
I dreamed of writing “the Great American Novel.” I’m really not sure what that means.

How did you think you would obtain that dream?
As a young writer, I truly thought a brilliant idea would strike me like a bolt of lightning. I would be so favored by the muses that a novel would flow from my mind fully-formed. Agents and acquiring editors would sense the birth of such an inspired work as if beckoned by the star of Bethlehem, and they would lay bids of six-figure book deals at my feet. I would be rich beyond comprehension! I would be the voice of my generation! I would be a guest on The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson!

Has the dream changed or shifted? And if so, how?
Thank goodness the dream changed. I learned to love the process. I don’t write because I love being published, I write because I love writing. I’m living my dream every day. I write as much as I can. I help other people bring their ideas to life. On very rare occasions, a stranger will reach out and tell me they liked a story I wrote, and then the world feels cozier and kinder than it did before. That’s really special. That’s the dream.

How does actually being a writer compare to what you dreamt it would be like?
Writing involves a lot more work than I imagined, but I love the work more that I ever thought possible.

If you could meet any other writer, living or dead, in your dreams who would you meet with, and why?
This feels awkward to admit because we do sometimes work with him here at Brink, but, I would want to spend time with Pat Rothfuss. I read The Name of the Wind at a point in my life when I was starting to lose my sense of wonder, but the way Pat uses language changed the way I looked at the world. The thing is, when you render something with his measure of care, you can’t help but love that thing. I feel like he would be a great person to do absolutely nothing with. Like, dude, let’s sit in the world together for a minute and describe the sacred things we see. Everything is beautiful. Show me.

Dominic Loise

As a young writer, what did you dream your future in publishing would be?

As a young writer, I was self publishing a comic book with an artist friend right out of college. It was based on a newspaper strip from his college paper and the goal was for the book to help sell comic strips to newspaper syndicates or the comic would take off on its own.

How did you think you would obtain that dream?

It seemed very attainable. The independent comic book community was incredibly inviting. We traveled to the second APE(Alternative Press Expo) and met some legends in the industry at a bar after the convention. They were telling us how to take our zine to an actual comic book.

Once we had a comic book we sent around comic strip samples to newspaper syndicates and magazines to see if they were interested. We even went to the conference for newspaper syndicate artists in Columbus, which happens every few years, to talk with creatives and get an honest timeline for selling a strip.

Has the dream changed or shifted? And if so, how?

The dream shifted when the comic book market collapsed in the 90s. Marvel started self distributing their books. Many independent comic book distributions closed and soon a lot of the direct market comic shops were closing.

I remember we had a new issue about to go to press and that week Marvel announced they were going to self distribute and we held it back. We watched everything play out and never printed that issue. And getting a comic strip in a newspaper is hard work. Statistically, we were told it’s easier to get drafted into the NFL.

From there, it seemed life got in the way and I couldn’t get into the industries I had a foothold in so I got a corporate job.

How does actually being a writer compare to what you dreamt it would be like?

The reality of being a writer is much better. I started writing again as therapy and the people apart of my work have helped my healing. These supports have made me a much better writer than I have ever been.

Also, I have learned to joy of rewriting.

If you could meet any other writer, living or dead, in your dreams who would you meet with, and why?

If I could meet any writer, I would enjoy being in a room with Steven Moffat. His speeches on Doctor Who are what I play when I am having a hard day. And since we are talking about time travel, I would talk to myself as a younger writer and say it works out the way it should have for the better life.

Maribel Leddy

As a young writer, what did you dream your future in publishing would be?

I dreamt I would be a published author. At one point, I wanted to be the next Louise Erdrich—publishing a book before I turned 30. 

How did you think you would obtain that dream?

I thought I would go to college and write the next great American fantasy/sci-fi series, get published pretty quickly, and then have a miniseries on Netflix. 

Has the dream changed or shifted? And if so, how?

Well, reality has certainly reared its ugly head. Writing isn’t often that lucrative, nor is it as easy to break into publishing as I hoped it would be. I also haven’t actually written my novel/series yet, so there’s that. Being an adult, in general, takes more time and is much more difficult than I think I ever imagined as a kid. Enjoy your youth—you know, the one you have before you have to start paying an electricity bill every month! 

How does actually being a writer compare to what you dreamt it would be like?

In many ways, it’s just as wonderful as I thought it would be. I get to do what I love. How many people can say that? Not me, even a year ago (I quit my marketing job to pursue writing full time). Of course, it’s not as easy as I thought it would be either. It requires a lot of focus to get anything done, which I don’t always have. And sometimes you burn yourself out from overthinking things. That said, the communities I’ve built as a writer keep me going even today. There’s also a lot less sitting in coffee shops over a steaming mug of tea with the patter of rain on the window outside and a cat curled in my lap. That’s the kind of fantasy that truly only exist in dreams. Most coffee shops in NYC don’t have cats. Or good wi-fi. Or bathrooms.

If you could meet any other writer, living or dead, in your dreams who would you meet with, and why?

Definitely Shakespeare. I want to ask him if he actually wrote all those plays. And then I want to hit him on the head for some of the stuff in them. 

Can We Still Be Friends?

The child’s joy was contagious. He had no idea this would be one of the most symbolic moments of his life. He emanated sunlight, smiling.

Moments of happiness and recurring lucidity. Life previously so turbulent became a blue ocean of calm. We fought for the first time, the hurt flowed like rain, and the world collapsed after the relapse. I asked myself several times, “Does no one like me?”

Months that used to pass quickly now pass slowly, dragged by force through time.

At the end of the year, the bright star passed by so quickly that almost no one saw it, but that hopeful child did. He requested to have one more chance to change an uncertain future.

Just like the stars that shone that night, the notification appeared. In the middle of the pitch-black, hope rose again with one simple question, can we still be friends?

Maybe I was too hasty. Maybe I should have thought more. If I leave, will you remember me? It’s sad to know I no longer have you with me, smiling. It’s sad to delete the memories of good and magical moments. It’s sad to see you moved on, and I’m still standing at the same bus stop. Now, I’m the one asking the question, can we still be friends?

Fragrance Review of The Moon by Planetary Pull

Top Notes:

Crisp, elusive, clean.

Like the dried orange peel that flits from fingertips into the shallow of the beach water with the moon draping beyond, and the sand particles drifting past lips when the wind kneads hair into twisted knots while the brine never dries.

Pores opening to inhale scent. Mouth opening along with little holes in my skin, and I can almost hear the crunchy, grainy, salty sand rolling in my mouth. I am the voyeur, standing alone in the middle of an open beach.

My unintentional gift— the orange peel— where did it go? It should have sunk underneath the salty waves and laid motionlessly on the brown sugary sand. It should still be there, stagnant, stationary, waiting to be picked up and returned to my hand. And yet, I don’t see a glimpse of murky orange underneath sand-filled water. The moon nods winks at the beach, it pulled my offering away, but I hadn’t had the chance to see it leave.

There exists no orange by the shore.

Middle Notes:

The top notes are long gone and the remaining concoction blooms into a deep creaminess. The velvety middle notes melt into my skin, but my mind yearns for the clean scent of an orange peel flying away. I can’t delight in the taste of time gliding out of reach.

A cycle of fingertips presses down on the oblong perfume nozzle. Spritzes of chemicals grace the air. I exhale. Sniff deeply to replace the remaining air in my lungs with a glimpse of the dried orange peel that has long since flown away into the ocean by the moon’s accord. There’s a nervous haste to my actions. A senseless, irrational desperation for something I know is transient, a bit too ephemeral, something better left in the past.

Base Notes:

The remains after the disintegration of the baked orange and soft cream. The brunt of the burnt metallic base note lingers and settles into my skin. It pockmarks the open gaping holes, an excess of chemicals sunken in because of my earlier desperate spritzes.  

I can smell it. I feel it sinking and carving a territory into my skin, and I thrust my inner elbow underneath my friend’s nose. Trust me, it’s there. But when they try to breathe the chemicals into their lungs, their nose denies its existence. I hunch my back and dive into the juncture of my elbow and inhale. It’s not there in my nose, but I feel it burrowing under my flesh. The pain triggers memory as a reliving and relieving of the process of the death of The Moon by Planetary Pull.

Five Books for Your Native American Heritage Month

November is Native American Heritage Month. My personal tradition for this month dictates I read work by local and international Indigenous authors and educate myself as best I can. I would love for you to join me in this.

I’d like to explain why I chose these books over others. I didn’t want my selection to seem arbitrary—I especially didn’t want another lip-service listicle posted for relevant web traffic. This is a topic I care about, and I want to give it the thought and respect it deserves. While selecting these titles, I chose not to abide by colonizer-imposed borders differentiating between the lands we call Canada and the United States, thus identities of “Native American” and “Native Canadian.” These borders were not decided by Indigenous people themselves; instead, they were forced upon them by settlers. In turn, I chose to abide by the Haudenosaunee understanding of Turtle Island, which recognizes the entire North American continent as one.

The name Turtle Island comes from the creation story of the Haudenosaunee, but you may know it by its anglicized name, the Iroquois confederacy. In this story, Sky Woman falls from the clouds but is caught by seabirds and placed on the back of a turtle in a giant ocean. Sky Woman understood she wouldn’t be able to live the rest of her life on the back of a turtle, so she enlists the help of various aquatic creatures to swim to the bottom of the ocean and bring her back to soil. All fail except for the muskrat, and using the soil it brings her, she builds what we now know as North America on the back of the turtle. Different groups have their own variants of this story, but, at its core, this story highlights cultural tenets of the relationship between person, land, and animal. 

I have also made the conscious choice to include only Indigenous women and two-spirit writers. It felt important to highlight the intersectionality of oppression, and, as someone living on Stolen Treaty 7 land, highlight the voices of those most in need of support.

Love Medicine by Louise Erdrich

Love Medicine by Louise Erdrich is a short-story cycle released in 1984 that follows multiple generations of three families: the Lamartines, the Kashpaws, and the Morisseys. It spans from the 1930s through the 1980s on an Ojibwe reservation split between Minnesota and North Dakota. Toni Morrison wrote “the beauty of Love Medicine saves us from being completely devastated by its power.” Despite this, I was still devastated. This book was important to include not just because of its deft handling of historical understanding, but because of the resilience and its joy. In these short stories, Lulu Lamartine becomes an active member of the American Indian Movement after her house is seized much to the chagrin of her entire family; Lipsha Morissey attempts to rescue his grandparents marriage, is ravaged by assimilationist traumas of boarding schools all while mourning his own missing mother; and Marie Kashpaw fights over spoons with the nun who abused her.  However, it never lets tragedy and injustice take center stage. True to its title, Love Medicine refocuses understandings of Oijibwe communities through joy and humor. The characters are not simple caricatures of the noble savage or vanishing Indian, but first and foremost, they are fully developed, flawed humans. 

Monkey Beach by Eden Robinson

Monkey Beach by Eden Robinson, released in 2000, tells the story of Lisamarie Hill, who recently lost her brother under suspicious circumstances. The book follows her search for answers in the small Haisla community of Kitamaat just off Vancouver Island. The story combines Haisla legend and myth with gothic and horror conventions to tell the story of different hauntings— of a girl, of her family, and of a community by the specters of colonialism and violence. It’s also haunted by contemporaneous events as it explores what it means to be Indigenous and missing, especially as a woman. Notably, around the time of Monkey Beach’s release, the atrocious acts of Robert Pickton came to light. The book reckons with contemporary Indigenous traumas using their own ways of knowing rather than the Western idea of being followed by ghosts or demons. Instead, Lisamarie sees Sasquatch-like b’gwus and a little red-haired man who predicts when bad events will take place. Yet, despite the moments of haunting, Monkey Beach balances the fright with more optimistic cultural traditions. Lisamarie is extremely close with her Ma-ma-oo, her grandmother, who she forages, fishes, camps, and cooks with. There is a particularly touching scene where they make oolichan grease, which depicts contemporary Haisla living as a complicated, but changing, mixture of joy and sorrow. 

Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants by Robin Wall Kimmerer

Optimism is the cornerstone of Robin Wall Kimmerer’s Braiding Sweetgrass, which was released in 2013. This collection of creative nonfiction-cum-essays-cum-nature writing weaves together science, traditional Powatomi knowledge, personal anecdote, and reflection as easily as a braid of sweetgrass, defying the Western genre category with grace and ease. My favorite essays in this book are “Violets and Asters,” “The Honourable Harvest,” and “The Three Sisters.” What I love about these essays is how they Indigeneize knowledge we have all been taught, while also highlighting we were only taught half of the story. Braiding Sweetgrass centers Indigenous relationships with the land—learning from the land, reciprocity with the land, and acting as stewards of the land. Kimmerer appropriates Western science and brings it into Indigenous ways of knowing, presenting the folly of colonization and the reality that those of us who share Turtle Island are not so different. It is uniquely prescient as climate disaster looms. For me, especially, this book reminded me that, as the descendant of colonizers living on stolen land, the least I can do is care for that land. 

Split Tooth by Tanya Tagaq

Split Tooth is unlike any book I have ever read. It was released 2018 but set in the 1970s when the author was a child.  It defies categorization by combining prose, poetry, memoir, and illustration to craft a biotext about the coming of age of a young Inuit woman navigating generational trauma, pregnancy, and the intensity of the natural world. The term biotext, coined by Fred Wah, describes work not wholly fictional nor wholly autobiographical—the idea is it is not either/or but authentic to the experience. Tagaq highlights how this is a form uniquely suited to postcolonial writing as it refuses Western-imposed categories to engage with Inuk oral and musical traditions, folklore, legend, and spiritualities. Furthermore, it worked! There is no contrivance, no forcedness to its experimentation. It feels as though there was truly no other way this story could have been written. While reading Split Tooth, I could feel how Tagaq sank her heart into this book; and there were real, emotional stakes for her, which reminded me there are real, emotional stakes for me, too.

Making Love with the Land by Joshua Whitehead

Making Love with the Land by Joshua Whitehead is the rebellious child of Braiding Sweetgrass and Split Tooth. Released in 2022 and categorized as creative nonfiction, Whitehead takes the torch Kimmerer carries and shoots it clear to space. They explode genre, convention, and language into a new stratosphere, as well as blurring boundaries between gender, animal, plant, and land. It combines her clear-eyed wisdom with the ease and playfulness of Tagaq—I feel this book, also, could not have been written any other way. The words would not work the same in English, and I believe that’s the point. Outright refusing the confines of Western categorizations, Whitehead writes in half Oji-Cree, half English and incorporates writing systems that simply will not translate. And nor should they have to. Isn’t it my job to learn about my own land? This book hit particularly close to home for me, because Whitehead lives in the same city as me and teaches at the same university I attend. This book showed my own home through new eyes. Making Love with the Land is decolonial writing in its most current and realized form and is built on all that came before.

A final note: Indigenous peoples of Turtle Island are not monolithic. Though there are similar thoroughlines, each group is different. They speak different languages, have different cultures and traditions, and follow different spiritualities. There is so much rich variety, and the world ought to see it. I have tried to cover as many unique groups as I can: Louise Erdrich is Ojibwe, Eden Robinson is Haisla, Robin Wall Kimmerer is Powatomi, Tanya Tagaq is Inuk, and Joshua Whitehead is Oji-Cree.