Finally! My creative writing has once again entered the public sphere!
The lovely literary journal, Persephone’s Daughters, for which I am a reader, published one of my short stories today. It is called “Married Life,” and it delves into the psychological and emotional confusions of rape culture, submission, and a society entrenched in manners. The writing style differs from a lot of my other works: it is abrupt and purposefully artificial, verging on metafiction.
Have a read, tell me what you think, and feel free to check out the other amazing pieces in this issue. The journal focuses on all areas and ideas surrounding the abuse of women — it is stories of survival through art.
I think it goes without saying that communication and understanding regarding these issues are unutterably important to me.
Read my story and others like it here.
“Some moral tales belong to kindergarten, the age of being afraid of the dark, the age of venturing from the house alone for a short distance, admonitory fables in primary crayons. But other tales are always with us. We tell them to ourselves in midlife and in old age, different each time, accreting as stalactites press toward earth, heavier with each drop and its burden of secret dissolved rock and minerals, the many salts of the planet.”
— Marge Piercy, He, She, and It
My publication in The Quilliad has become a pattern (to which I am not at all opposed). Last night they published my short story, “Just As Father Likes,” in their 2016 Halloween edition. The story is a modern retelling of “Hansel and Grethel,” originally written by the Brothers Grimm, and is basically everything you can expect from me at this point — strange children, old women, absent men who influence the entire action of the plot… Oh, and did I mention some horror and gore?
Happy Halloween, everyone!
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In times of stress and depression, nothing revives me more than being read a story. Children’s stories, in particular, or, in this case, children’s poems, are a personal favourite. Shel Silverstein never ceases to disappoint. His words and illustrations were hilarious and alluring when I was little; now they are still hilarious, but also outrageous (outrageous things never seem so outrageous when you are young), complicated, and comforting. Continue reading