“Don’t ever leave me.” And even as I tucked the last of my things into the suitcase, brutalizing my own molars and smearing away the tears with the heel...
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Short Stories
Moving, Standing Still
Amanda, Agnus Dei
I walked Amanda up the shallow stone steps of St. James’ Church at Spanish Place, under the shadows of its uncanny gargoyles and into the cool, dark interior. In...
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Where I Can See You
“Isn’t she pretty?” He lay the shiny, flat surface of the razor across her lower lip and pulled. The blade so finely milled it slid as if oiled....
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Twitterfic #Indelible for #FuckToyFriday
I have commissioned for him a fountain pen with a nib of surgical steel. So the obscenities he writes across my back will last. He writes the things I...
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Blog Posts
Remittance Girl Gone Dark: #SOPABLACKOUT #SOPA 24 HRS EST
As the venerable Edward R. Murrow would have said: “Good night, and good luck”.
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It’s All About Mickey Mouse: SOPA and the reality of cultural production
Someone asked me to explain why I’m blacking out on January 18th. I’d like to be upfront about this: it is not simply the SOPA bill that I oppose....
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Body Art/Work/Action #temptingfailure
When I was six, I was taken to the opening of an art exhibit at a gallery. This is how I was taught how to experience art: you walk...
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Dark on the 18th
This is just a little note to let you know that my site will be participating in the 8hr blackout in support of the anti-SOPA movement. I passionately support...
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Touch Me
mumbai
Tales of the Mumbai Coven – Chapter 4
Someone once speculated that Jack the Ripper was a vampire. Well, of course he was. His horrific acts of violence were exactly what might have been expected from an...
Tales of the Mumbai Coven – Chapter 3
“Have you fed?” Daniel spoke without looking at me. He was lying exactly where I’d left him a month ago, on the white and blue striped lounge in front...
Tales of the Mumbai Coven – Chapter 2
Argyle, Scotland, 1832 “Nay! Na-ay! I’ll niver gang wi’ ye!” The small boy, swaddled with blankets, cried out into the darkness. After each word, he took a loud, wheezing...
Tales of the Mumbai Coven – Chapter 1
They say that rules are made to be broken, but ‘they’ haven’t met Daniel. He takes rules very seriously because, he insists, they keep us alive. This is something...
Flash Fiction
Dark Matter #wankwednesday
When you are not here, I’m in shadow. And when you are in shadow still. Your absence is a silent void burned onto concrete. Your presence simply the shaded...
Dentata
My dream teeth shred against my tongue like sodden fingernails I am my father’s daughter and I have his teeth secreted inside me Hard and cold as death these...
Words Made Flesh
Here is my hand cool word curled around the curvature of your neck. Here my lips soft, moist letters plumped with desire pressing, half parted against your cheek. And...
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