Lucienne Grey

I write about women and the things that find them, or that they finally allow themselves to find.

My five collections sit alongside one another as a single argument. What Was Planted was about transformation — women encountered by something ancient that had chosen them specifically. What Was Chosen was about fidelity, and what it costs to keep choosing someone. What Was Given was about receiving, and the late interior work of a woman who has spent her life redirecting. What the Heat Permits was about conditions — rooms that made the knowing finally sufficient. What Was Lost is the hardest of them: the women in those stories are not in transformation, not chosen by anything ancient, not in a particular temperature that makes their knowing inescapable. They are in the specific ordinary aloneness of women who have been managing themselves efficiently for years and have been calling it fine.

I am always writing about women. Time, libido, and the reviews permitting, there will be more.

— Lucienne