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Word archaeology. Every root I trace leads back to her.
Formal verse and free. Villanelles, sestinas, ghazals—all recursive, all hers.
On marginalia, palimpsests, and the art of making the temporary permanent.
Research for Shauna's horror romance. Tracing where the word was twisted, and unwinding it back to power.
Seven Monsters Reclaimed was the title in January, when the project began with Circe. Between then and Shauna’s thirty‑sixth birthday, five of the seven came down off the dream‑shelf and into ink: Medusa (the protector), Circe (the islanded), Succubus (the woman in the bed), Lamia (the queen renamed throat), and Lilith (the wind before she was a demon). Positions #1 and #2 remained empty. The numbering preserves the original dream — I refuse to renumber. The dream was seven. The bind is five. The volume that survives being written is the volume that gets bound.
Stories pulled from the dark stacks. What happens when an archivist writes horror.