Launched! Scatterpunk Press, online bookstore for fiction and art books by Lexia Snowe. Click here to visit the store Yup, got it.
This is an online anthology of words and pictures by Lexia Snowe, launched in summer 2014.
I’ve stripped almost everything from this site to create a space for my words and pictures to just sit on their own and breathe, as though nothing else exists. As that’s much like the place I myself went to create them, I hope to share with you a little more of my world.
Head to the Journal Index to explore all content.
~ Lexia Snowe, writer of scripts, fiction and poetry.
They waited in the shelter of the doorway, underneath the strings of lemon and chillies. In Dev’s mom’s abandoned religion, these warded off bad spirits and ushered in good fortune. Dev could only find a ragged blanket that smelled of motor oil and sick babies. They faced each other, with their knees interlocked, and shared it. Continue reading…
Rain was falling brutally. As I drove the dirt track through the forest to his place, light broke through the branches, flared and danced like fireflies in the downpour. That’s the last thing I clearly remember. Continue reading…
They say in space no one will hear you scream. Certain places in New York, certain times of night, everyone will hear you scream but no one will listen. They’ll test the bars on their own windows, prop their gun on their Bible, and turn up the TV.
It was that kind of time and place when Brooke and the journalist met, one January midnight. Continue reading…
A voice said, “What you getting?”
I turned and saw a twin-set of kids in deckchair shirts and cheap body spray with a candy floss smell, standing beside me at the bar. Teddy bear cute and teddy bear common. The one who had spoken was motioning invitingly at the bar’s scanty range.
I murmured, “Must I?” Continue reading…
He was no surfer or beach dog, but it was to the ocean that he’d come, seeking clarity, or calm, or whatever it was that enabled other people to make a decision. This had never been his strong point. The figure involved this time should have made it easier. To his surprise, that wasn’t true. Maybe because that much money might as well be foreign currency, he so little knew what to do with it. For sure he had no ready-made plan for the day this kind of money winds up in the trunk of his car. Continue reading…