Her teeth will be knives

You will sit in your pew, from the time when your feet still dangle, dizzying above the marble floor. You will listen to the stories which aren’t just stories, but aren’t quite true, and you will wait for them all to make sense, like they do to your mother. One day, not too far away,…

I Don’t Ride the Trains

I know it sounds stupid, being afraid of trains. When it comes up in conversation, people look at me like I’m crazy, but everyone’s got their shit, OK? A friend of mine once told me that her cousin was afraid of coconuts. Like he couldn’t be in the same room as one without breaking out…

The Forest’s Daughter

There was once a forest, nestled between mountains, unlike any that exists in the world today. The roots of its trees ran deep, and its canopy stretched up towards the heavens, layer upon layer of verdancy fluttering in the breeze. It was the realm of the Old Faun, the forest king whose reign had long…

And we’re off…

Some time ago, I told myself that if I wasn’t a writer by 30, maybe it was time to give up. It seemed far away at the the time, but realistic enough to scare myself into action. I was off on both counts. Inevitably, 30 rolled around, nestled in an annoyingly fraught week between Christmas…