THE IELE — SHADOWS OF ENCHANTMENT AND FEARThe book I am currently writing features, as its main character, a creature from Romanian mythology. Most likely, you — beings from…Jun 8A response icon3Jun 8A response icon3
Birds of a FeatherShe sat suspended above the world, her delicate frame balanced impossibly upon a taut line stretched between nothingness and infinity. In…Jun 5A response icon4Jun 5A response icon4
The Bath of Saint VeroniqueThere is something indecently ceremonial about bathing at four in the afternoon. It suggests a kind of protest — against society, decorum…Jun 3A response icon1Jun 3A response icon1
Monday Morning, 07:46, Apartment 3, Staircase BIn apartment 3, on the second floor of a block that smelled like fried potatoes and repressed failures, the alarm screamed like a sick…Jun 2A response icon4Jun 2A response icon4
The Night of the Unburied — A monologue steeped in blood and fire.It doesn’t smell like fear. Not yet. It smells like Ottoman sweat, like heavy, wet soil, trampled without shame by foreign boots. It…May 28A response icon2May 28A response icon2
The SpoilsHis name was Ardaric, though the women would never know it. To them, he would remain only a face framed by a helmet and beard, a pagan god…May 25May 25
The Sirens Have UnionizedThe moon was bloated and smug, hanging over the sea like a retired deity grown indulgent, sipping stars and sighing about the golden days…May 17A response icon4May 17A response icon4
Fleur du mal(Listen to Summer Sang in Us — Franz Gordon while you read — that is the feeling.)Apr 22A response icon1Apr 22A response icon1