Writing Women Who Refuse to Play by the Rules

Writing Women Who Refuse to Play by the Rules

The Novelry, May 25, 2025 You may have noticed a rise in the number of books, TV shows, and movies in which our protagonist is a woman who has just had enough. She is angry, on the edge, and unprepared to take it anymore. This may seem like a recent trend, but the truth is,… Continue reading…

Conversations with a Dead Friend

Conversations with a Dead Friend

“The reading of all good books is like a conversation with the finest (people) of the past centuries.” – René Descartes.  It is hard to believe it is seven years since Helen Lamb died and six years since her brilliant debut novel, Three Kinds of Kissing, was published posthumously by Vagabond Voices. It is a… Continue reading…

I chose my best friend as my ‘life partner’ over romantic love

I chose my best friend as my ‘life partner’ over romantic love

Sydney Morning Herald, October 30, 2020 This year, my best friend and I will celebrate our 20th anniversary of living together. Twenty years in a relationship that, for a long time, I have struggled to describe. We are friends, companions, emotional but not sexual intimates, and we’ve built a partnership that shares attributes with traditional… Continue reading…

Waste

Waste

A short story first published in Issue 1 of The Istanbul Review. At eight a.m., on the morning of the last day of her life, Alice Calder stood shivering in the outdoor pool of the Madeira Heights Hotel. Refracted by the water, her bony, thread-veined legs appeared even more ugly than usual. She remembered herself… Continue reading…

April

April

First published in Making Soup in a Storm by A.S.L.S. April is rearranging her knickers. In the queue at the garden centre cafeteria. Her hand is right down the back of her tracksuit bottoms, tweaking and twitching and pulling the gigantic pants up and up and up. ‘Leave those for now, sweetheart,’ I say. Around… Continue reading…

Monologue

Monologue

First published in Mslexia, Issue 64 I crave bare skin. Skin uncluttered, undefined. Skin that refuses to choose. It’s too late for me. I am blemished with butterflies and roses, lilies and hummingbirds. Over the years I’ve scarred countless others with my needle. Maimed them with Celtic armbands and Chinese symbols, angel wings and dolphins.… Continue reading…

Links to other works

Two Lost Souls in Humangerie, Eibonvale Press.  Our Big Day Out in North, Polygon Press Flesh and Promise in Parenthesis, Comma Press Out With the Old in Bucket of Frogs, A.S.L.S. Seaview in The Edinburgh Review, Issue 140 The Trees Aren’t Sad So Why Am I? in Gutter Magazine, Issue 05 New Lovers Who Polish Their… Continue reading…

TJ Emerson