No really. For the last two years I’ve been working on a novel about Stuff, and now I’ve summoned the…
A Twist of Fate: a pseudo-Irish Gaelic fairytale
Or perhaps this story should be called The Perils of Revenge. Whatever…. It was a wild, cold morning, in a…
The Naked Novelist
That’s right, I’m sitting here writing in the nude, and that’s NOT because I’m trying to get in the mood…
Eyes Shut, a poem about beginnings
Eyes shut. The cool of morning fingers my face, like water. Eyes shut. Day’s embryo sits in the womb like…
Stuffed Siegfried, a short story
Burned or buried? That’s what they ask you when you fill out a cheap form will. Like there’s only two…
Womanface. The new blackface?
You’ve signed on to #MeToo. You’ve canceled JK Rowling. You’ve expunged Little Britain from your video collection. Think you can…
A Lady Bird Book About the Apocalypse
I recently came across this kinda funny spoof book called ‘A Lady Bird Book About Donald Trump’ and a friend…
Staying warm this winter
For me, being comfortable and warm is important. I read articles about elderly people who can’t afford heating and it…
Good Intentions
We walk the beach washed clean with the big swell on a high tide. There are no shells and no…
Between the sheets
So why is my fitted sheet no longer fitting my bed? It’s a question I get quizzed on a lot…
