This short story, “Jaguarhead,” is one of my favorites from the last couple of years, written after my partner’s scooter was stolen from the parking lot of her apartment complex in Austin, TX. The sense of violation of a theft like that left a bitter taste, but converting it into the raw material for a strangely magical short story felt like reclaiming some small part of what was lost. So happy to have this piece available at HAD (republished after it was initially published–and then pulled following the alt-right meltdown–at Hobart).
