Identity is a funny thing. It’s not even a single thing. It can be broad as identifying as human on another world, or specific as a young girl becoming a protector. It’s something we cling to, or maybe don’t realize we have the option of claiming. It’s finding our place in our world, or discovering we don’t understand this world at all. It’s becoming more, or less. We’ve managed to put together eight stories and eight poems that all, in their own ways, touch on identity and our need to be seen, even if it’s just ourselves doing the seeing. Of course, by publishing these stories, we’ve made them a part of our identity here at Devilfish Review, and we are so happy to have them be seen by you.