Very chuffed to say that a flash from On The Edges Of Vision is up on Vol. 1 Brookyln’s Sunday Stories. Pour yourself a coffee and look out the window at the lashing rain, and dip in:
Grace unscrews the white lid and pulls out the dripping tiplet and applies the polish to one nail after another, then holds the drying almond surfaces up to the light. Fleck and aura of colour, against the ceiling, the slow chop of the ceiling fan. Tonight’s the night, though it’s not tonight yet. There’s music on shuffle: a mix called MISANDRY+PINK GLITTER. She doesn’t know what misandry means, but it sounds tough and cool, and Grace very much wants to be tough and cool.