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Grave years and the undead woman
MANY A MOTHER has found herself at the mercy of this false opposition between her needs (which are cast as selfish wants) and the countless supposed needs of her child. And whenever she falls short – gives in to anger or frustration or impatience, or the more convenient but ‘wrong’ way of doing things – she undergoes a transformation: Lucy Westenra, but yet how changed. Her fangs protrude, her nails lengthen. Clutched to her breast is a child she is harming, a child not rightfully hers.
Instructions for killing monsters
I do know this: Never in the history of the world has any monster been defeated with fear. (Literally, never. I checked.) Ultimately, the only shields against the powers of destruction, death and evil are the qualities that come under the banner of love, which is the bright day to fear’s night.
The outsider
This series of mine features two traveling companions in fantastical landscapes, on the way to somewhere. The intention, destination and origin of their excursion are deliberately undisclosed and left to interpretation. I was drawn to depictions of the horse and cat specifically for their status and history as companion animals. I was also interested in the literary tradition of using these specific animals as placeholders and repositories for human characteristics, the horse often being loyal, determined and heroic and the cat often being independent and uniquely intelligent but prone to caution. For me these paintings are about the journey and what is required to undertake such a feat.
One telekinetic Wednesday
THE JOB, IT turned out, was mostly folders. Tricoloured, triaged, in need of fresh sticky flags. Each weekday at...
The Mountain
STANDING HIGH IN the landscape, the Mountain has always been there. Listening, watching, teaching, arranging the flow of the...
The body
The LORD prepared a great fish to swallow up Jonah,and Jonah was in the belly of the fish three...
Gallows humour
THE TOWN’S FLOWERS have set seed in the late-spring wet hot air, as the land prepares for the rains....
Red
WHEN SHE HEARD the knock on the bathroom door, she jumped. Her husband rarely interrupted her while she was...
victoria pedretti is my sleep paralysis demon
act one i try to write a happy poem but...
I Cavalli after Bella Li’s ‘Il Bambino’
At the beginning of all motionthe horses galloped towardthirst. A land steeped in droughtexcited them. In each countrydecayed the...
LIFE
And Hyperion’s edict went forth thus: take the ground pig, sleeve it in its guts, build a blaze on the beach...
Cherry chapstick
Before we railed on Katy Perry for her love of astrology, we piled on her lipstick lesbianism. Pseudo-sapphics copped a lot of shit – maybe we should shovel some of it onto the pseudo-socialists. Evidently, there were plenty of liberal cosplayers who are now back in their weekday clothes and killing it at the (government) office.
