A link to my new piece with thanks to @_voidspace_zine plus a reflection on everything else that might be writing
Short Fiction
Nothing matters and it all does
When confronted by death I am full of useless impulses to be doing. I think. I attempt poetry. I weep. I don't want to eulogise. I look up rituals. I listen. I wait and cannot. I sleep, or try to. I wake, and try not to. I complete my usual household tasks. I watch grey clouds … Continue reading Nothing matters and it all does