Corrine De Winter
Vespaio
A thousand minute swords, as if I had put my hand blindly into a mass of briar roses and held on. Being stung by love in Braille. Yet I go willingly into the hive, believing they will tire of needling me, begin to love me and stop the hurt. I will be like Saint Rita taking a swarm of bees in her mouth unharmed. Vespaio – these tiny fencers who have no thought but to build for the future and poison what threatens it. I am not like you. I have learned nothing from them.
Corrine De Winter's latest book Virgin of the Apocalypse is nominated for a Bram Stoker Award. She feeds apples to the deer in her yard and waits on magic. Sometimes she finds it.
