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Elizabeth O'Hara: Night Flights of the Coir Scarabs
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Writer of stuff and font of hebephrenic vitriol. Night Flights of the Coir Scarabs. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 169; Elizabeth O'Hara 2009-13. View my complete profile. Sign up to receive. Night Flights of the Coir Scarabs. A Sketch by Raphael on Late-Night TV. 69 Flavors of Paranoia. Bust Down the Door and Eat All the Chickens. Philip K. Dick. Flash: The International Short-Short Story Magazine. Have a Cup of Tea, It'll Boost You Up. Raw Dog Screaming Press. Jeremy C. Shipp.
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Elizabeth O'Hara: December 2010
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Writer of stuff and font of hebephrenic vitriol. Memories of a Youthful Impalement. A curious sensation. Not pain as such. More shock, certainly at seeing an arc of serrated metal emerging from the front of one's own torso. Then a kind of giddy warmth. I think I might have laughed out loud, bringing my hands to the wound then spreading them before my eyes, watching ropes of thick blood festoon between my outstretched fingers, crimson-black and beginning to coagulate. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Elizabeth O'Hara: Existence Status: Ongoing
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Writer of stuff and font of hebephrenic vitriol. If anyone is still reading this thing after my gaping chasm of a hiatus, I salute you; it was a heady combination of busyness, illness, laziness and working on other stuff. Yes, I've pulled that old chestnut out of the fire. I'll try to be a little less negligent in future. In the meantime, here's a cut-up poem I made from last Saturday's. Click for a readable degree of bigness). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 169; Elizabeth O'Hara 2009-13.
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Elizabeth O'Hara: Darkness: A Hallowe'en Trifle
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Writer of stuff and font of hebephrenic vitriol. Darkness: A Hallowe'en Trifle. She sighed and decided she needed a glass of water. She swung her legs off the bed and planted her bare feet in the peaty mud. Unknown things - segmented, bloated and bristling with legs - crawled between her toes. The snuffling of nightanimals came from under the furniture. There. Darkness here, a sodium darkness selective in what it revealed. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 169; Elizabeth O'Hara 2009-13.
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Elizabeth O'Hara: Retirement
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Writer of stuff and font of hebephrenic vitriol. An English village on an army pension. The Colonel found himself on the village green, at the far end by the duck pond. He had let his feet drag him where they would, but they had instinctively avoided the playground by the road - his body had an intrinsic memory of jeering he didn’t understand from tiny people with a hatred far bigger than themselves. 8220;Are you doing all you can? 8220;I think so. It‘s difficult sometimes.”. The Alderman offered him a r...
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Elizabeth O'Hara: Swan Song
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Writer of stuff and font of hebephrenic vitriol. Most bands would benefit from the addition of an angry swan to their line-up; they can produce riffs capable of breaking a man's arm. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 169; Elizabeth O'Hara 2009-13. View my complete profile. Sign up to receive. Night Flights of the Coir Scarabs. A Sketch by Raphael on Late-Night TV. 69 Flavors of Paranoia. Bust Down the Door and Eat All the Chickens. Philip K. Dick. Flash: The International Short-Short Story Magazine.
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Elizabeth O'Hara: October 2011
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Writer of stuff and font of hebephrenic vitriol. An English village on an army pension. The Colonel found himself on the village green, at the far end by the duck pond. He had let his feet drag him where they would, but they had instinctively avoided the playground by the road - his body had an intrinsic memory of jeering he didn’t understand from tiny people with a hatred far bigger than themselves. 8220;Are you doing all you can? 8220;I think so. It‘s difficult sometimes.”. The Alderman offered him a r...
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Elizabeth O'Hara: Bettering the Circuit
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Writer of stuff and font of hebephrenic vitriol. No more exaggerated protozoa clotting the pit lanes. No more sea of umbrellas drowning out the crowds. No more errant paper globes floating over whole affair and blocking the aerial view. Just a bevvy of young Asian women in hot-pants and crop-tops, and the Pacific Ocean glinting on the distant horizon under an impossibly blue sky. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 169; Elizabeth O'Hara 2009-13. View my complete profile. Sign up to receive.
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Elizabeth O'Hara: February 2011
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Writer of stuff and font of hebephrenic vitriol. If you dug Hari Kunzru's piece in the Guardian Review a few weeks ago about Michael Moorcock and interesting science fiction in general, you might want to have a look at the transcript. Of the full interview that he has rather nicely put up on his website. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). 169; Elizabeth O'Hara 2009-13. View my complete profile. Sign up to receive. 69 Flavors of Paranoia. Bust Down the Door and Eat All the Chickens. Philip K. Dick.
