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“Jen is an astonishingly sensitive writer.” – HTML Giant

“Jen Michalski excels in subtlety that is made possible by her nuanced understanding of voice.” – The Rumpus

“Jen is a writerly heavyweight.” – Nate Brown, American Short Fiction

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For when the current

For when the current rushes past us, and we grip tighter to slippery rock, the rock we swam so hard to and took a moment's rest, reflecting on the blue basin of sky, the gold-lit clouds, the sun. For when the current suddenly swells and pulls at our hands, that moment when we must decide whether to (instinctively) hold tighter or let go, for the current may drown us, but it may also wash us to shore. The current is stronger than us, so unrelenting, and we are not really sure there is a choice in anything: grasping, drowning, washing onto shore. It is a cruel truth that we build fictions around to make it meaningful, the fictions of our lives. The stories that we tell in order to believe we have a choice, that we're not a fledgling in the gutter, run over by a car before it even gets a chance to fly.

In our stories, we let go, we wash up on the shore. And when we drown, no one is any the wiser.