“It’s not like my life is a referendum on which men want me and which do not. It revolves around empty spaces instead. Around absences. And sure enough, when you’re young, you think men will take care of that for you. “What are men good for besides filling holes?” – an old joke of my mother’s. She’d say it to her friends and think I couldn’t understand.”
Fiction:
Dress Like Water
Slipstream fiction:
Matilda’s New Digs: An October Ghost Story
The Fox Head Barks Facing Seaward
The Girl Who Went for a Ride: a tale of horror (maybe)
A half-hearted Apocalypse of sorts
Flash fiction:
Bug, tooth, moon
Fairy stories:
The Inheritance
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your stories are lovely.
i read every single one of them :]
Thank you. 🙂
I loved the BLunt Mirror. Look forward to reading the others. You’re fantastic.
The detail about the general not noticing details that weren’t of tactical importance blew me away — as did the way the mirror at the opening with the hare — reflects into the story’s opening at the end.
Moved me to tears.
Some lines by GOdard, I think or maybe he’s quoting: We disappear into the world like shadows in a mirror, while centuries gather at the horizon like strange storms.
Rilke’s sonnets to Orpheus too
But the story’s completely your own in your singular voice. You inspired me. Thank you.
You’ve got me thinking of all the mirrors I’ve ever experienced in my literary life —
Absolutely loved these…. Wow!