Friday, September 21, 2007

Opium Was My Mother's Favorite Perfume



















Dear readers,

A 500 word version of my essay, "The Ceiling or the Floor" is being published on http://www.opiummagazine.com/ today. This is the edited version -- a longer version is in the works! Thanks so much for reading.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Do not linger too long in desolate ground." The Art of War

Cocktail Hour
Drinking mini-series suggestion: Roots (It's been reissued on dvd.)

Benedictions and Maledictions: Happy Friday!

10 comments:

Cheri said...

Congrats Michelle!!!!!

Nice pants =D

Jean Paul Gaultier said...

I lost the top to my spray bottle.

Brian in Mpls said...

Congratulations

Ropinator said...

Good luck. Is this Opium magazine a real magazine? I know it sounds dumb from me but I ask.

Charles Gramlich said...

Very strong work. Congrats, on both the writing and the publishing.

eric1313 said...

Congratulations on this fine writing.

the walking man said...

I would send an email to them asking for extra copies then on Mondays you could sit around with your friends having coffee and smoking them.

hate the story love the writing

peace

mark

JR's Thumbprints said...

Hey Michelle,
As always, you know I'm envious! Opium Magazine is a cool place to hang your hat, so to speak. Looking forward to reading it.

JR's Thumbprints said...

Just read it, Michelle. I can't say I enjoyed the subject; however, the emotional honesty of the piece really shines--filth and all.

Donna said...

Your use of moving back and forth in time in this piece illustrated how we don't move progressively forward but loop back through the same event in slightly different ways, over and over. A powerful piece of writing, thank you.
At the risk of of being insensitive, I wonder if there is any possibility of exploring this story from the screaming dolphin's point of view? Coupled with your ability to express the pain that this person caused, I think it could be stunning. His death, because he is looking to the other dolphins for salvation instead of doing the work of saving himself, is a fitting contrast to the author writing through her pain.