New story out in Severine Mag!
Wahey, new story. Read it here.
New story out, read it here:
My story Arthur Rimbaud in New York is out.
‘Creep, my love, why don’t you photograph me?’
Creep took many photos. Creep had seen a lot of bodies. They were always scarred and twisted because all bodies, excepting those of new-born babies, are scarred and twisted. His models were dirty. Creep liked bohemian grit, the real, as he called it. He liked the street-rats best. He savoured dirt.
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Oh would you look at this! It’s a new story! Go ahead and read it if you’d like.
I’m in this collection! You can read half my story in the preview.
Well this is some good news.
Read my new article on Katherine Hughes’ blog. It’s all very facetious. xoxox
I’m in this! Read it all, there’s some talented people here.