The Long Forsaken Recipe: Peace/Earth's Abortion/In Thanks to Detritivores

Mira S.

  • You could say every word is only a meaningless outlet, but I would say you could not smell the smoke from my soul. I write to feed the bonfire in my chest. Everyday, I stack my similes and stanzas and sentences in the wood pile. On Wednesdays, I burn longer fiction. The rest of the week I write whatever comes to me, but mostly flash fiction and poetry. I gravitate to the freedom and short nature of both but I have always longed to write a book. Writing grounds me but also ignites me. Anything with lush description will send the flames soaring. Catherynne M. Valente’s novel The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making first crafted the fire. Her book told me who I was like nothing had before. Still those characters dance around the fire, casting shadows on every wall.

  • Creativity is the only reason I am here today and for that she owns my soul for its own devices.

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