"This is a story lingering at the end of love she might drown in discernible chemistry like their old love old grievances obligated to momentum spontaneously uncharacteristically spending time to fall apart”
Crime Against Nature, by Gwenn Seemel, is a book and series of paintings about the natural behaviors of animals, some of which may contradict our assumptions of what are natural male and female behaviors. It will also remind you that there is a wide diversity of reproductive strategies out there, some which you may have never imagined.
I would have loved this book as a kid - animals, beautiful artwork, and biology lessons all in one.
Recently in my comparative literature class we’ve been discussing erasures. If you haven’t ran across that term before Mary Ruefle wrote an interesting essay on it titled On Erasure, which I’m holing up in picture one. One of the examples we got to look at in class is Nets by Jen Bervin.
On the same day we discussed erasures in depth in COLT I got responses back for my short story in advanced creative writing. Which is awesome! As any writer knows you need to get feedback from people in order to make your piece as good as it can be, and it needs to be honest, critical feedback — the kind of feedback that really doesn’t give a fuck about your feelings but just wants you to do it better. So I love this. I was high off the workshop — hearing people asking questions and puzzling over aspects of the story that I hadn’t realized weren’t clear enough and expressing what they wished they had seen in the story and what they thought it could do with out, etc.
So I’m reading through the responses after class and I come across one which is particularly critical. Which is fine. Only this response gives me nothing to work with. The writer didn’t point me towards questions they had, word choices that were confusing, things that weren’t clear. They expressed that they found the story boring, the characters dull and without chemistry, the whole thing rather pointless. As the author I’m mostly like “OK, cool. But why? …Oh, you’re not going to tell me why? You’re not actually going to give me something I can use to fix these problems?” Which weren’t problems for anyone else (though very few people read it the way I had intended, so I still need to fix that) but that’s totally beside the point.
What the point is, is that this person very clearly felt that their time was wasted by having to read my story. In turn, I felt like my time was wasted by having to read their “response.” But, seeing as I find this whole “eye for an eye” thing to be a whole lot of crap (it leaves the whole world blind, y’all) I decided to make something awesome with that response instead of tossing it into recycling.
âRage, rage against the dying of the light.â — Dylan Thomas For all that I will attempt to explain and describe to you, I will fail. These things cannot be understood save through living them, and…
I’m in the process of writing a five part series of shorts honoring Loki and His family. Part one, “Not Forgotten,” was just published in Eternal Haunted Summer’s autumn equinox issue.
EHS will be re-opening for submissions on October 1st
All girls should have a poem written for them even if we have to turn this God-damn world upside down to do it.
New Mexico March 16, 1969”
by Richard Brautigan
I have a notion that I should say “Challenge accepted!” to our dearly departed Richard Brautigan. I won’t, because it’s not possible for me to write a poem for all the girls who live in this world, nonetheless…I’m going to devise a challenge for myself inspired by this short poem. Every day until the day of Halloween I’m going to write a poem about a woman in my life - either a woman I know or know of.
Yesterday I started with my great grandmother, whose name I don’t know and whose story I know very little about. All I know about her is that she was kicked in the head by a horse and suffered seizures afterward. She was put in an asylum and more or less abandoned there, until my grandmother went to see her some years later.