stories untitled it is the day the spiders hatched. self-portrait with ghost they hadn’t spoken in 40 years. “tell the story of a scar” he had always been gifted at sports of all kinds / The Story of the Nether Largie Stanes “Mooooooon!” Earth would call up into the darkness. “Gealllaaaach! Come down here and talk with me, for I long for a sister who understands me, and I feel you could be the one.” the woman the woman once there was a woman who lived alone the spider the woman remembered the swivel of shod hooves on the dusty road, and running. the dance one day the woman awoke feeling strange. dreams i dreamed my namei dreamed my motheri dreamed i was a rotting log the fog the woman walked south along the high cliff path the port the woman brushed the wet sand from her dress. the pair walked on in silence the sea-wives «mother doesn’t give a shit.» the boat on windy days the sea-wives would be busy with the boats. the landing branta came that night. paddled right up beside her in a tree-trunk canoe, offering a name.