I’ve been haunted by a story all week. The story sits in the room with me, trails behind me as I walk, hovers over my spooned-in oatmeal, perches on my nightstand as I sleep. When I wake in the night I see it gazing at me hazy and shimmering. Waiting. My neck-hair prickles. My fingers… Continue reading My heart is haunted: silent, spoken, sung
Tag: Remember
By way of introduction…
"Hi, I'm Tamara -- rhymes with camera." That's how I've introduced myself for about the last ten years. Tamara. Seems good. Seems to suit me. It's the only name I've ever known after all, so I guess it seems familiar -- my old friend, my name. (According to my folks, I could have been Veronica. That… Continue reading By way of introduction…
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