“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. On...
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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
Fifty Shades of Twilight: a Fifty Shades of Grey Review
Over on the ERWA Blog, Donna George Storey commented that perhaps one positive aspect of the massive popularity of Fifty Shades of Grey was that women who liked it...
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Quietude & Brewing Stuff
I’m sorry the blog has been quiet for a while. I have some projects on the boil I can’t tell you about yet, but will announce soon. In the...
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What are they putting in the water?
Is it something in the water, or a secret corrosive side-effect of too much reality TV? No compulsory logic classes in first year university anymore? During the whole censorship...
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The Women We Failed and the Ones We Left Behind
There is a hauntingly good post at the New Yorker this week. John Cassidy asks the question “Why Republican Women Vote for Santorum” and offers up an amazingly insightful...
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Touch Me
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Flash Fiction
In My Hands
Take your hands away from your balls. Stow them safely behind your back and breathe. You need to know exactly how much I could hurt you. How much you...
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...
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