My extremely grim Mr. Fox poem just went live over in issue 13 of Scheherezade’s Bequest! It’s one of those poems that one writes and then thinks, everyone is going to think I’m a very dark person if this gets out. I’d better not show it to my mother or she’s going to worry about me. Well mum, you needn’t worry, this one is entirely fictitious. It was inspired by several versions of the Mr. Fox story (a Bluebeard type tale), as well as a terrible dream I once had where I had married Mr. Fox and the ghosts of his dead wives kept pulling my hair. That’s what happens when you read too many fairytales before bed.
I have to add that I’m ticked pink to be sharing a table of contents with my dear friend C.S.E. Cooney, whose poem How to Flirt in Faerieland is much more cheerful than my offering, but every bit as dangerous.