A young writer who takes prose to those inhospitable places wherein compulsion, obsession, obscenity and their disavowals reside.
“It begins with wetness: around the eyeballs, under the arms, between the thighs. In the belly of the heart there is a pump that spits it out. The wetness is want and the want lacks direction. Not to mention, its smell is a stink.” – The Night Is A Mouth
At once coarse and delicate, bold and vulnerable, this is a gutsy first collection of stories. A girl that’s gone missing finds a father that’s not one. Two girls have a contest; they contest rejection. An errant fire bell wants to be believed. In the swill of a clogged toilet, a girl understands the difference between love and not love. Lessons in vomit incontinence incite other expulsions. A key is not one, but three.
The Night Is A Mouth is a salient stinger from a brazen new voice.