Surpanaka

Softly, I walked out to meet him. They say that I walked with a sway, my hips making snake shapes in the air. My breasts tight and high, shamefully unconcealed. My eyes red with lust. My hair unbound. What theyRead more…

Noise

Every woman has known the torment of getting up to speak. Her heart racing, at times entirely lost for words, ground and language slipping away – that’s how daring a feat, how great a transgression it is for a womanRead more…

The Departing

The nightmare-fiend of Mania havoc-breathing passed swiftly to the rock-walled river Styx where dwell the winged Erinyes, they which still visit with torments overweening men. We’re making dinner, still packing as we do. The house is a maze of cardboardRead more…