‘Ecocolonialism’ is probably redundant as hell considering that the definition has exploitation of resources baked in, but you know what it sounds good in my head so there, and in this case the human element is…lacking.
I’m very happy I finally found a way to work in anything with six limbs is an insect. This story went through a few iterations, but the narrator was always meant to be privileged, and extremely unconscious of that privilege, and the beginning always started in prairie remnant, inspired of course by the real thing, especially that late-summer scent. It was originally a lot more bildsungromany though.
Anyway yes I am objectively bad at posting in any sort of timely fashion, but I have a story in this Chicago horror-themed anthology! 10% of proceeds are donated to the Brave Space Alliance, so do check it out.
And here’s the obligatory picture of said prairie:








