Sam Beckbessinger

@sambeckbessinger.bsky.social

Novelist, creative writing lecturer & aspiring bog witch. FEMME FERAL (my perimenopausal werewolf novel) is out April 2026 🐺 www.sambeckbessinger.com She/her 🏳️‍🌈🇿🇦🇬🇧

Medieval dog licking its own testicles. Somewhat sheepish expression.

Women in Horror: Wednesday 19 March 6pm at Waterstones Covent Garden

Asked about possible conflicts of interest as a result of Musk firing agencies that either are investigating his companies for regulatory noncompliance or that have contracts with his companies, such as the defence department, Musk suggested there were none. “First of all, I’m not the one filing the contracts. Its the people at SpaceX or something,” said Musk, the founder, chief executive, chief engineer and chair of SoaceX.

$Tumbled in fractious, scratchy grief, let me lie in the undergrowth, feel sorrow pass from me into the earth. Hold, receiving soil, and give - my aching shoulder, this eroding spine, the bruised cage in which these organs heave. I don't know how or why they carry on, except they do, and bear the weight of me with them. Two roads diverged, and I lay down, for what else could I do. Sink to my knees and stretch out long, heart-tattered, in a lap of salving green. Let braver travellers venture on. Let me succumb and dream among the leaves as if I were a child again and no one there to call me in. I saw a painting once like this, of ink on silk: moist emerald, a shaded world. The trees rise silently, and a skein of weasel threads the white-starred forest floor: a weasel paused among fish mint, wild strawberries. This is that pause. A forest bath, soul-tunnelling. A time to sleep among the beetles in a cloak of rain and fragrant asterids and wake, May-dazed, to a softer path. An apple-green music, pale vanilla light, a cup of stem-steeped early summer wine.$