Black Foggy Mountains

Tuesday, 21st September 2021

I am a sucker for self-sabotage. My words, all of my own creation, fool me every time. Layers and layers of veiled truths that blind me--but I guess I am not looking at the signs.

'The earliest Cinderella figures emerged within aristocratic milieus. Basile’s was prepared for academicians or their highly placed friends and acquaintances; Perrault’s was written for a princess of the blood; and d’Aulnoy’s was crafted for fellow salonières. In all three seventeenth-century tellings, Cinderella reproduced and represented aspects of aristocratic imaginaries.'

Ruth B. Bottigheimer, 'Cinderella: The People's Princess' in Cinderella across Cultures, ed. M. H. D. Rochere (Detroit: Wayne State University Press, 2016).

Sara Teasdale, from 'Two Songs for Solitude; The Crystal Gazer' published in 'American Poetry, 1922: A Miscellany'

August Blooms Like a Bruise on My Forearm, Dante Émile

poetically aligned; beneath these opal sunken twilit skies.

Dark Shakespeare Sequels

Thirteenth Night: Malvolio’s Revenge

Much Ado 2: Kill Claudio

The Merchant of Menace

As You Don’t Like It 

The Scary Wives of Windsor: The Fall of Falstaff

The Tempest 2: Hurricane Miranda 

Richard III 2: Back from Bosworth (feat. zombie Richard)

A Midsummer Nightmare: Attack on Titania  

Thursday, 26th August 2021

I haven't left but the spiders are already moving in

I find them in my bed, my curtains, dead and coiled in an old blanket fort

They ring the chimes that hang from my ceiling light

And find space among the creaking boards

I had a dream of this once, spiders hung in every corner and footfall

Taking over my life, my memories, as they crawl into the space left before

It is only when I know I am leaving, that I see the dust in the corner

And the tide coming in from the far away shore