Her most dominant master, Life, finally granted permission and over five years ago she submitted to Its will and became a Writer with a capital “W”. During this time, Succubus has created her own dominion and has built up a solid readership. Her work has twilled the electronic space within Bloodmoon erotic e-zine, Twisted Spirit e-zine, three poetry anthologies, and several websites that maintain archives for her stories. She’s currently creating two novels, but only in so much as they are creating her.
Succubus’ pieces brave the insane bits of this world as well as the edges of the insane bits of her: she’s written into the minds of anthropophagists, malfeasors and caitiffs. Her works never promise you sweet dreams, Dearest Reader, instead their allegiance is to that part of your psyche troubled by its own lack of awareness about its truest curiosities.
Born on the West Coast at the irascible edge of the sea, Succubus now lives on the island of Maui. Slave to the pounding of the water, it’s this force that drives all the forces within her work. The water’s relentless violence serves proxy to the truth of her own precariousness. It is the ocean’s cold power that stokes the heat of her pen, bestowing upon this pen a certain insomnia of being. Thus, Dear Reader, should it make you feel comforted, not that you deserve to be, Succubus never has sweet dreams to promise herself either.
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