Here’s the link to the book on Lulu:

Invisible Girl and Other Stories

Cover design by Ian Cavalier.

A harsh wind blew me down one night. And then, crack. My bones broke, my body bulged. Taller I grew until I was a giant’s giant! The stars sang. I plucked one from the sky, ate it, and then another. Soon I was full of stars: my eyes exploded with light, my heart burned to ash, my mind turned silent and, finally, finally I slept in the heavens.

Beautiful art print by http://www.etsy.com/people/dkim, which I hope to buy soon.

Little story by me.

I remember ordering music videos on VHS and zines listed in free newspapers. I remember my friend and I never managed to put our own zine together but we’d write letters to the kids who made them so they’d know someone read them. I remember writing poems about Vincent Price and a certain boy’s Levi jacket. I remember it smelled like cigarettes and teenage boy musk and pigeons. I remember when he told me about pigeon keeping. I remember wanting to sniff his neck and lick his face, but the closest I ever got to him was a handshake.

In my father’s village, certain babies come from the old cork tree between Señora Alicia’s house and the church. At any given time, only five people should know how to extract the newborns from the thick bark of the tree.

Issue 6 is now available for order. Only $4 buys you this beautiful literary journal full of prose and poetry:

Cover art by Mark Morgan

She came to life with a port-wine stain on her right cheek. The mark of the devil, said her grandmother. The kiss of God, said her grandfather.

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“Stain” and four other works from the spring issue were recently reviewed in The Review Review by Vince Corvaia. I appreciate how Corvaia reviews the literature — explaining what works and what didn’t and why. Check it out!

Six other stories published in SH also made the list, as did Strange Horizons for Best Magazine. Woot!

Tim Pratt, “Another End of the Empire,” June 22

Shweta Narayan, “Charms,” August 24

Tiffani Angus-Bodie, “If Wishes Were Horses,” May 25

Veronica Schanoes, “Lily Glass,” April 27

Eric Gregory, “Salt’s Father,” August 3

Marcie Lynn Tentchoff, “The Ghost of Onions,” July 20

Tonight, I decided instead of posting a new story this week, I’d provide a link to “Finisterre,” which just happens to be flash fiction.

Paz watched too much television. I knew this was true when she told me she was a werewolf hunter. The destroyer of werewolves, she liked to say. Prima, she said to me, if you see a man with dilated pupils, a man who smells like mildew, a man with fingernails that are stained yellow and teeth that are uneven and broken, prima, if you see that man—run. Run! Because that man is a pinche werewolf.

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