Ruin
Ruin me before time has its ugly way now it grows short and counted. Between lines in my laugh purity has weathered cyclical storms. I would have it wiped away in a blast of bad judgement. Stain me with peaches sticky-fingered love smeared at the corner of your mouth kissed to bursting grimaces in the […]
Editing Yourself: Over-writing and what to do about it
I have a confession to make: I’m a chronic over-writer. In fact, unless you are one of those very few people who do almost all your editing while you are writing the first draft, you do too. There isn’t anything wrong with over-writing. It’s a mistake to think that you can leave it as is. […]
Unpacking The Baggage of History: Sex Work and the Myth of Protecting Women
I recently had an interesting twitter interchange with Mistress Matisse on the subject of sex work. On December 4th, the National Assembly in France passed a bill criminalizing the purchase of sexual services. It is a move overwhelmingly supported by feminists around the world. I wanted to express my opinion on this matter and my […]
Truth in Fiction: Wealth is not an adequate plot device.
Let me offer you a common premise: ingenue meets twenty-something billionaire and, after a stormy romantic voyage, accessorized with luxury brand-name products and services, and pitted with weak-premised misunderstandings, missed opportunities, ecstatically successful sex – even when it’s entirely non-consensual – and totally groundless jealousies, ends in a happily ever after moment. Last week, I […]
The Good Shepherd – Part 3
“They’re such fucking sods,” said Melissa, the admin for Room 237. “Such fucking, fucking sods.” Tanya hadn’t really been listening. They were walking up Oxford Street, apparently against a tide of oncoming foot traffic. Tanya loved the flow of crowds. People moved differently in crowds. Like flocks of birds, heaving and streaming, then scattering and […]
Pipe of Thorns
This story will be published later this year in an antho being prepared by http://devilhousepress.com/
The Good Shepherd – Part 2
Tuesdays were known as ‘Cluster Fuck Tuesdays:’ dedicated to assessing system-identified data clusters and strategizing changes to the algorithms when the system spit out nonsensical results. For Tanya, the morning started at five with a run around Regent’s Park. When she was satisfied that her blood was pumping, she purposefully tainted it with three espressos […]
The Good Shepherd – Part 1
On her knees, face buried in her folded hands, Tanya waited for the flip of the switch that would shut off her brain and engage her body. But, no matter how hard the burly stranger fucked her, it just wouldn’t come. It was a measure of her desperation to be anywhere other than in her […]
Collaborative Writing of a Story Cycle: Salome Jones on Red Phone Box
Almost two years ago now, I was very honoured to be invited to contribute to a wonderful project called Red Phone Box. It is a collected, interwoven set of writings
HandSome Devil
For me, it’s not his eyes, or the face, or the pecs, or the ass… It’s the hands.