This is your space. Moonsick began as an “oh fuck, I’m about to graduate college” project and developed into this big, brazen literary baby. The work in Moonsick is dear to me. Reading women, reading queer and non-binary voices in my inbox is rewarding in itself, but publishing some of this work in a place that's so special to me is Grade A, real deal, heart-exploding shit. The literary canon taught in school is made up mostly of cisgendered, white dudes. And okay! Some of that shit rips! Like, Spenser was a sexy weirdo and I’m into it! But when writers who belong to marginalized groups are taught, it becomes an auxiliary course, not a requirement. This alone is enough to tune our ears to the white, male voice, and wire our minds to think of white dudes as “real” writers, everybody else as an “elective.” Since the beginning of this Moonsick thing, people have said stuff to me, like, “I didn’t think my writing was real writing worth submitting because I wasn’t [white, male, straight] enough.” And this, obviously, is coming from people in retrospect, and perhaps they hadn’t made that connection up until they said it to me, but think about how many non-white, non-male, non-straight people are unconsciously perpetuating this bullshit in their head. We need to read their work. Goddamn it. Go ahead and scream. Moonsick is for you.