https://buttondown.com/EireneEleni/archive/a-writers-dream-is-to-publish Witnessing descent into suffering is one thing, seeing the joy of those unleashing it, wittingly or unwittingly, is another level of dystopia. I originally called this first story Lamentation because that’s how it felt to me. But I couldn’t get the question out of my mind. How do they sing?
Author: Eirene Gentle
Eirene Gentle is a writer of little lit, poetry and essays.
Flower tongue
https://inksweatandtears.co.uk/eirene-gentle Daffodils hate being shoved in corners. When forced they emit a peculiar scent, part butter, part ulcer. I wear yellow shoes because I don’t like corners either but I am frequently left in them, and so I exude a peculiar smell. You sense it even from outside and I feel you hesitate and turn… Continue reading Flower tongue
How do they Sing and Tornado has the last dance
The calls of their last days and hours reverberate endlessly through the buildings and trees, carried on the wings of any buzzing thing that survives the heat. I am sometimes beak and sometimes claw, sometimes two legs like the fallen
Multiple choice for eventful times
https://buttondown.com/EireneEleni/archive/multiple-choice-for-eventful-times
Return of the innocent
https://eireneeleni.substack.com/publish/posts/detail/153437043?referrer=%2Fpublish%2Fhome%3Futm_source%3Dsubstack
How to be a better banshee
https://eireneeleni.substack.com/p/how-to-be-a-better-banshee
Violet
No one warned me of this thirst. Your throat bulges like a baby bird, my chin is streaked red and there’s no one to feed us. https://www.roifaineantpress.com/post/because-we-don-t-know-how-to-lose-violet-by-eirene-gentle
Because we don’t know how to lose
Happy endings
Did you ache to bear sorrow for me? You should have taken it with you then. I never asked you to carry me, I break enough things. Just a place to crawl into, like the space between breaths. The luxury of quiet outside contusion. The tang of pine in the sound after thunder.
On grief
https://heroinchic.weebly.com/blog/grief-unpeopled-spaces-by-irene-gentle I read up on grief long before anyone close to me died. I wanted to prepare. Then they died and I was not prepared. I was lucky to live quite a while before death came knocking. When it did, it came in packs. My father-in-law, who I was close to. My dog. My brother.… Continue reading On grief