The writing felt lush. Gothic. Like a black rose growing and twisting inside the moldy wall of an abandoned house before finally bursting out. Loved it!
"wishes on a spike" is brilliant. could be the name of a book, a song title, a tattoo inside someone's forearm. aside from it being great conceptually, the SOUND is what hooked me. the hard consonant ending makes 4 little words punch far above their weight-class.
When I'm writing pov I'm like an engine who doesn't turn off. I was thinking of music lyrically, almost like a melody in the poem & film as always playing. I would support anyone who tattooed this/book or song title. I wonder how wishes on a spike would look differently for everyone.
I felt pulled into a space where nothing is stable, and that’s exactly what made it work. The language moves like a body under pressure, intimate and unsettling without ever explaining itself. What resonated most was the way repetition became ritual, not emphasis, and how love, violence, and memory were allowed to coexist without being sorted or redeemed. The piece trusts discomfort, and in doing so, it felt alive. Breathing, decaying, and insisting on being felt rather than understood.
I love how you say " the piece trusts discomfort" I hope to do that with all my work, allowing people to feel rather than be held all the way through. Thank you for your kind words.
I love KatieJane Garside. All her works. I really wanted to put in her album taxidermy because I love the video. All her work is a huge inspiration to me, metaphoric lyricist.
I am glad it hit home. 💜. It took forever to get past the barriers and pull things from deep within. I can't always do it but I'm happy I did.
This piece is immersive and fearless, drenched in sensation and atmosphere. The imagery feels ritualistic and intimate, pulling the reader into a dreamlike space where love, horror, and memory blur together. The relationship with the passenger is haunting and tender at once, and the repetition gives the prose a hypnotic pulse. It lingers in the body after reading.
I'm very glad you were able to connect to the piece in this way. It was so visceral writing it. Felt like I missed body parts in the cross fire. I wanted to capture something where a person might find curiosity in something unseen. Life can be such a horror show and just tilted it a little deeper. There's so many nuances that make the onion layers. Thank you. Almost second guessed myself writing it.
The writing felt lush. Gothic. Like a black rose growing and twisting inside the moldy wall of an abandoned house before finally bursting out. Loved it!
Thank you I appreciate it, excellent compliment. It took awhile to ferment, but I'm glad when it did.
One: Love the music accompaniment.
Two: this reads like a terrifying, yet erotic apotheosis. I loved it.
It is meant to be a terrifying apotheosis, most things I write have a bit of erotica. KatieJane Garside forever.
"wishes on a spike" is brilliant. could be the name of a book, a song title, a tattoo inside someone's forearm. aside from it being great conceptually, the SOUND is what hooked me. the hard consonant ending makes 4 little words punch far above their weight-class.
When I'm writing pov I'm like an engine who doesn't turn off. I was thinking of music lyrically, almost like a melody in the poem & film as always playing. I would support anyone who tattooed this/book or song title. I wonder how wishes on a spike would look differently for everyone.
I felt pulled into a space where nothing is stable, and that’s exactly what made it work. The language moves like a body under pressure, intimate and unsettling without ever explaining itself. What resonated most was the way repetition became ritual, not emphasis, and how love, violence, and memory were allowed to coexist without being sorted or redeemed. The piece trusts discomfort, and in doing so, it felt alive. Breathing, decaying, and insisting on being felt rather than understood.
I love how you say " the piece trusts discomfort" I hope to do that with all my work, allowing people to feel rather than be held all the way through. Thank you for your kind words.
A mysterious endless poem dragged out of the earth with bleeding fingers. You never miss - it's inherent art.
Edith, this is utterly superb, every word shone in my soul. And gosh, haven't seen a Queen Adreena reference in ages, love this band!
I love KatieJane Garside. All her works. I really wanted to put in her album taxidermy because I love the video. All her work is a huge inspiration to me, metaphoric lyricist.
I am glad it hit home. 💜. It took forever to get past the barriers and pull things from deep within. I can't always do it but I'm happy I did.
This piece is immersive and fearless, drenched in sensation and atmosphere. The imagery feels ritualistic and intimate, pulling the reader into a dreamlike space where love, horror, and memory blur together. The relationship with the passenger is haunting and tender at once, and the repetition gives the prose a hypnotic pulse. It lingers in the body after reading.
I'm very glad you were able to connect to the piece in this way. It was so visceral writing it. Felt like I missed body parts in the cross fire. I wanted to capture something where a person might find curiosity in something unseen. Life can be such a horror show and just tilted it a little deeper. There's so many nuances that make the onion layers. Thank you. Almost second guessed myself writing it.
“Its lipstick stains grew mold where moist mushrooms live inside.” Love this.
Also, a favorite line as well. Thank you.