Hello, my name is Lisa and I am a Fannibal. I wrote an essay about the television series Hannibal for “Hannibal for Dinner: Essays on America’s Favorite Cannibal on Television” which has recently been published […]
the devil
the Devil whispers in our earsand tell us things we want to hearwe close our eyes and nod our headas our minds are filled with dread
That time I went on a friend’s podcast and talked about “host”
My dear friend Damo DM’d me last year to ask if I would go on his brand new podcast, Camp Scary and Squee, to talk about a horror film. I said I’d love to, despite […]
Shadows
shadows with their siren song serenade and flatter twisted knuckles on their crooked fingers bend and beckon come closer they say listen i have something for you
How Do You Sleep At Night?
All I wanted was to sleep. I was being bullied by sleep. I take a Valium every now and then but I don’t want to have to rely on medication to get a decent night’s sleep.
Everyday objects in hannibal
In this essay I will examine the television program Hannibal through the combined lenses of cultural studies and everyday aesthetics. While there are many moments during the program that allow us to study various everyday […]
A Dummie’s Guide to: Break-Ups
Frank, a crash test dummy, sat in the front seat of the Mercedes-Benz GLS400d with his wife Pam, also crash test dummy. Behind them their two kids, Sue and Lou, twins, also crash test dummies. […]
Secret Women’s Business
Sonya sat in her Audi Q5 parked on the side of the road. The key in the ignition was set to accessories so she could have the seat warmer on. This function wasn’t available in […]
The Clockmaker
“I need a spring!” The clockmaker’s spidery fingers searched his workspace and opened up, one by one, all sixteen small drawers in his custom-made mahogany shelves. He opened up the four drawers in his custom-made […]
The Day the Worlds Collided
Those who saw it had nightmares; nightmares about drowning in jelly or other thick, viscous liquids. Reaching, gasping for the surface only to have their lungs filled with sweet, port wine-flavoured death. Those who saw […]
