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Further up and further in.
This place has grown silent; I miss the little notes we used to send one another. I've still been writing, though, and I'm more than a little hopeful that you might be kind enough, if you enjoy what I've written here in the past, to continue reading what I'm scribbling. If you care to follow me elsewhere, I can now be found at: Read more... ) -
Slán agus beannacht.
Alexei Kondratiev died last night ( Read more... ) -
Witches on the Ice.
...Always be wary of flowery speeches disquising lack of feeling, he thought to himself, unaware that the fullness of the soul can sometimes overflow into the emptiest of metaphors, that no one, ever, can express the measure of his desires, his ideas, his sufferings, and that human speech is but a cracked cauldron on which we beat tunes for dancing ( Read more... ) -
Tell my wife I am trolling Atlantis.
It is the habit among fishermen to keep two sets of records. There is the true catch, the lists of weights and market prices and bycatch and routes. And then there are the records that are tailored to match the laws of the seas, the ones that deny that anything rare, unusual, or of any particular value was ever caught. Should the ship be chased and ( Read more... ) -
Bells.
We made flyers and organised a bicycle parade to celebrate the equinox. We gathered at the loop near the river, rode thrice in a circle before heading off along a path crowded with strollers, wheelchairs, joggers, bicyclists, and flâneurs. I'd tied a crowfeather to my handlebars, and two bells. I wore a chicken feather in my hair. I always keep my ( Read more... ) -
The Society of the Woman in the Wilderness
So. He and I run the department like duel emperors. He's my superior, certainly, and he's better at gathering information silently without letting on how much he doesn't know. I am, as usual, not the elegant presence I might hope to be, but young and fumbling, often angry and biting, but willing, perhaps too willing, to ask when I don't know. And ( Read more... ) -
Imbolc.
I've been fasting. Trouble seemed to follow wherever I went, so I retreated from the world as much as I could. I was grounded, I decided. I was staying in, being good, eating only healthy food, not drinking, not sleeping with anyone, reading books instead of stupid things on the internet, creating more, being still. At first I thought that I was ( Read more... ) -
Fishhooks.
On Christmas Eve every one of us worked until we bled. Covered in scales, meat like dirt under our fingernails, we smiled for the customers. But among ourselves, we cursed, and flirted, and let filth fall from our tongues until we'd all successfully made everyone else blush. And after a fourteen hour shift in which he didn't stop running once, my ( Read more... ) -
Shooting the sky.
I woke this morning to snow swirling down. I stayed curled up in the dark, watching it fall. I wanted to stay, but there are fish left alive in the sea ( Read more... )
