lady sits at a wooden table warped from rain, half-rotted. cards spread, she tries to know your mind she tries to know hers everything feels a little less rosy at summer’s end, i feel so much older, now and the mirror is silent and there’s an all day ache and there’s a choice to make, make, make
hold it out in your hand, light and round as an apple, proof. poison-blood-red, the skin cuts sharp between teeth and gums; the flesh, as white and crisp as snow.
her tongue burns. she is a witch she is a queen she is a little girl there is an all day ache, there is an apple.
Just found out last night that one of my stories, “Bone and Arid Flesh,” is going to be published in the Summer 2014 issue over at Quantum Fairy Tales. The story is a retelling of The Sun, the Moon, and Talia, Sleeping Beauty as told by Giammbatista Basile in 1630. It’ll be up later tonight, and of course I’ll link to it, probably in a post with a lot of exclamation points.
If you’re interested in meeting the people behind QFT, they’re here with all their glorious aliases.