If I turn myself inside out I only get more red
My heart beating heavy in my cheekbones
Empty and emptier
For what?

Tentacle porn.

Perhaps I'm still in the throes of inhabiting the book, but I suspect that Stargirl is a young Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.

I know I don't write very often, but lately I found myself with a couple characters in my head. Not sure if these are going anywhere, but they're in the same realm as one another. These are essentially character snapshots in the rough.

( Regina )


( Lewis )

Some books are like falling into a world. Catherynne M. Valente's Under in the Mere is more like a literary intoxicant. I can only read one rather brief section at a time, lest I become word-drunk and spin with myth and metaphor. Interesting stuff, and rather addictive in its way...