Author Archives: deirdre

I was sorry for the mercy sex,
but humans hunt humans.

You wished to be a lady with a parasol: 
pure and ethereal. I was fiendish and real.

At 5, I had a cat doll with a wire hoop skirt
covered in faux black fur. Continue reading →

Maultsaid, D. (2020, Oct.). Pajaritas. Riddle Fence, #37, Fall, 2020 By Deirdre Maultsaid  I invite you to admire the crimson-tailed Saraya for it is the most lesbiana of all the birds. We have plenty to admire here.  Female pairs will live together … Continue reading →

Maultsaid, D. (2020). Double-cross. untethered, #52.1 Autumn, 2020. p.41 By Deirdre Maultsaid  I trudged through the hospital and out the bellowing emergency doors and then I fell into the cold hoar-frosted numbing late city night and left my mother where … Continue reading →

Maultsaid, D. (2020, Oct.) Wreck Everything. Riddle Fence, #37, Fall, 2020 By Deirdre Maultsaid The cat scrabbled on the shelf, gave one choked howl, and landed upright on the couch back. I watched the cat. The cat watched my mother. The round … Continue reading →