Their names grew within us, swelled to the brink of our lips, forced our eyes open in the middle of the night. We were filled with the water of the drowned, cold and black—airless water that lapped against the seal of our tongues or leaked slowly from the corners of our eyes. Within us, like ice shards, their named bobbed and shifted.
– Louise Erdrich, from her story “Machimanito”
Posted on Monday November 28th
About me
Greetings. My name is Emily and I work as a stage manager in SoCal. I am also a fight choreographer and so have many interests in martial arts, sword, knife, quarterstaff, archery, etc. I make armor and am also a weapons dealer. Other than that, I am working on a Masters in Creative Writing. Life is fun.
