6 card spread for you. " We learn geology the morning after the earthquake.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Scorpio. Hare moon. Flower moon. Fallen moon, phoenix, intoxicating alchemy, enduring love, shadow priestess, witch mother, silent protector, pastel descent, a carnal underworld.

I have an interview at The Letters Page. ♡

I wrote The Letters Page a letter and they published it.

I wrote a thing about cacti and marriage. You may want to subscribe. Or not. open.substack.com/pub/rachaels...

A little story. Thank you to Cathy Ulrich. milkcandyreview.home.blog/2024/06/20/i...

He wakes to voyeurs. There are so many men. He peels their names off the back of his tongue. Crescent moon marks in the skin of his back, deep bites that leave their lilac. He shrugs off his coat, offers his mouth to the one watching. #mpotd

From the yawn of the bed she told him how she hated the word devour due to the long vowel sound which sounded a purse disapproval. I'll bin it, then, he said. And so she became gobbling, gorging, gulping, insatiable, wolfish, ravenous, gormandizing, unquenchable. #mpotd

I wish I had!

The tote bag was unorthodox. Things she carried in it: petty habits, a hypothesis about the infidelity of men, anya potatoes, a paperback about the blues, one heart: perforated, the beguiling patterns of his mouth down her back, dropped apples, a tease club in the city. #mpotd

COMPETITION TIME ✍️ In the comments, complete the phrase 'My drafting process is like...' Our judge, the magnificent @jmgatford.bsky.social, will pick her favourite simile. The winner will get a place on the May round of Dust Off Those Drafts. DEADLINE: 19th April shorturl.at/BEJX4

She paints swift, throughout the squall, the brushes fine, her colours impasto. When ships split their pastel spines and the palm kneels down for the sky, she gives leaden inks to her horizon. #mpotd

This had me in bits. Congratulations. Heart-hurty.

Review of Fabulae by Scott Manley Hadley on The Triumph of the Now in case you are interested 👇https://triumphofthenow.com/2024/03/28/fabulae-how-it-begins-by-isabella-streffen/

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Hi. I wrote a thing. You might want to subscribe. rachaelsmart.substack.com/p/no-6-554?u...

Hello, Blue Sky! We're "welkin on sunshine" to be in this new place. Those of you who stare REALLY HARD at our profile might notice something exciting... #FlashFiction #Microfiction #WritingCompetition #AmWriting

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Woman passing the coffee shop with a spider man umbrella. Lights on red & back seat of the bus: a man wears a trilby: looking right into me. Bus pulling off - not enough time - he kisses two fingers, offers them out to me.

26 new days left to craft something small and glittering for The SmokeLong Grand Micro Contest (or, for those of us who write slow, to swap a comma for a semi-colon and back again another few times). CNF/Fiction/translations/previously published, up to 400 words. www.smokelong.com/the-smokelon...

I could sleep with a pylon

Everyone is wearing Burberry and my shoes look like Cornish pasties from Jonathan James.

I have eleven followers. This is like the first day in Year 1 where you have to pretend not to have a phobia of Lego.

You will want to wear me like a wolf when you get past my two pound frock and other stories.