The story goes that that on moonless, starless nights, as if snapped loose from its moorings, an oil-black boat floats oar-less, sightless, in spite of eyes painted on both sides of the prow
she was a runaway wife who fled her husband by hiding in a leaking, unworthy boat, when they came for her, she pushed it into the lake, and still they came for her, the aggressive but benign patriarchs over twenty-five who danced only at weddings and concocted definitions of what a virtuous woman should be, they saw her clearly leaning over the side, languishing, trailing fingers in the dark furrows of the roiling waters
they came at her in boats, yelling for her to let them rescue her, bring her back home, but she only slumped down into the deep dark and all they could do was watch her be quickly swallowed by the sinking, disappearing boat
in this town of families that name all their children with names that start with the same letter of the alphabet and all the obituaries read like data entries of who begot whom it is customary to tell this story as a warning to future would-be runaway brides, this is what happens to the remains of the estranged, who at first go missing, then unnoticed, then undead.
Eileen Malone has been published in over 500 literary magazines and anthologies. Her work has been nominated four times for Pushcarts and most recently won awards in Comstock Review, Digging Through the Fat, Gemini, Unmasked Anthology, and Birmingham Arts Journal.
Which writer does Eileen find most subversive, and why? Eileen “is a great admirer of Kate Braverman’s American feminist voice that very much contributes to the current dialogue while remaining humorous, fearless, insurrectionist, revelatory and laced with grave, dark themes and eccentric characters. Braverman says for women, writing is supposed to be a refined activity, like something done at a desk with a lavender pen, a love letter, perhaps. She refuses. She cuts her teeth on Bellow, Roth and Mailer. Women are constricted in their subject matter and stylistic approaches. She believes what we lionize men for, we forbid women to enter. She wants to know where are our female Mailers, Lenny Bruces, Burroughs, Robert Stones? She only cares about making art, inventing forms, transcending all genres, experimenting, discovery and revelation.”
Art — Aleksandra Apocalisse was born in the USSR, from which her family fled when she was only 6 years old. She spent most of my childhood and young adulthood in Brooklyn, New York until she moved to Portland, Oregon in 2015. There, she is living the dream; spending the days outside with my dog, playing in the dirt, hanging out with plants, and expressing her dreams and innermost musings through art. She also loves animals, reading, learning about nature, getting lost in music, and traveling to tropical jungles.