I have a short story, “Sweet” in the Spring 2013 issue of The Moth, an Ireland-based print magazine.
Here’s the first paragraph…
They say that if you dream of the one you long for on a night when you have kept four lotus petals under your pillow, your love has not gone unreciprocated. In the French Quarter I see them, all pale formality and long-stemmed leaning, and smile remembering this. I have no use for the sad dignity of lotuses, not here. Tonight, in the other city, I will sleep alone for the first time in weeks, but this is how it works: while I am here, this is all there is. Nothing exists beyond the periphery of desire.
You can purchase the magazine here.
i just love the idea that you are woman *bows*
The idea?
well how do we define a person? a person is merely an idea, a memory and eventually the idea of a memory is what that remains.i know its an uncommon way of addressing anyone, but it sure is a start.by the way that was a compliment
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A sorceress of words
Much, much appreciated.
umm, any chance of getting to read this?