Jaclyn Port
Jaclyn Port is named for where the ocean meets the land, for hubs of connections between people and locations. Her writing is sometimes about points of transition and in-between places, but other days she just makes it up as she goes. She currently lives near one of the busiest ports in the world, where she likes to go hiking and do crafts.You can find her fiction writing in the links below, and non-fiction essays on Medium.
We, The Spiders
"The spider appeared late Wednesday night, or before dawn Thursday morning. None of us knew the exact time, as we were all getting our recommended six-to-eight hours of sleep or finishing our homework. We only saw segments of it as we arrived at The School: three legs each on Keyuan Road and Lanlong Road, which both ran north-south and held the east and west gates, respectively; and one leg apiece on Gaoxin 2nd and 4th Streets, which ran east-west."Published in January House Literary Journal
Scraped knees are a symbol of childhood
"Juliet is the best Shakespeare dead girl. Stabbing yourself to death shows commitment and initiative. And she did it out of love, which is how we swear to do it if the opportunity presents itself. Ophelia is the second best. Drowning off-stage is a bit passive and anti-climatic. But doing so while in the depths of insanity? If we can’t die for love, then we want a shroud of yellow wallpaper."Published in Dominique
Apple Pie
"All floods are inconvenient, but this one particularly so. The annual Edgerton pie competition was only a couple days away and Muriel was determined to snatch the crown from Greta, who had won first place for the last four years."Published in the Spring 2024 issue of The Downtime Review
Dancing in the Castle
"There was little remarkable about the birth of the princess, other than a woman who held the queen’s hand and sang haunting, foreign songs through each round of contractions, who had never been seen at the castle before. Once the queen and the baby were sleeping, the king silently commanded she leave, and she was never seen again."Published in Corvid Queen
Mittens
"Gabriel finished making his wooden gun but didn’t have time to paint it black before he had to leave to kidnap his one true love. It was a cold, snowy evening, and he needed time to put on his snowsuit if he was to catch her before Christmas dinner."Published in Flash Fiction Magazine
Elsewhere in SIP
"Sometimes you wish to be Elsewhere in Suzhou Industrial Park. You get to Elsewhere by public bus at the end of your work day, sitting in that semi-conscious state where you are neither awake nor at risk of missing your stop."Published in the anthology For A Breathe I Tarry, available on Amazon