I went to a drum circle next night under the full moon in May, scotch broom and lilacs blooming. One does not inhale such aphrodisiacs without losing one’s balance. There were children of druids and pagans and stregas from lands over the sea, lands beyo

once she went to quenchthen she went to scrubnow she collects dead toadsgrinds them with cornmeal to feed her sowsonce she ploughed the land toiled with her face deep in dark soil her back burning in hot sunnow she works in the paper millmaking laminated labels for the…

The picnic area sizzles. Barbecues gloat in tombstone fireplaces. Sweaty men and women gargle beer.

For the briefest moment, she was part of the sky. She hung there. Frozen. Suspended. Arms outstretched. She thought maybe she could take off flying, if she strained against gravity hard enough. She would soar into the pale blue until she reached the clouds. They …

the first one snapped in two; I felt the electric juice shoot from exposed root to infected throat, a pretty good clue already about the body,

He said stuff like ‘Crikey that's a knife',” she said, “it was bad, really really bad.”