I am a storyteller. The little old witch in the woods. I believe in the warmth of wood and green growing things. I find the threads of my stories in the restless spots of sunlight that fill my front yard and the grit of baked earth beneath my bare feet. I light candles at the … Continue reading Storyteller


Body Talk

Hey little fat roll Yes, you the one that rides just below my waist and just above my hips. Hi there. I'm always trying to make you disappear, Like the magic trick at a kid's party. I have squished you, covered you, starved you And yet no matter how the rest of me vanished around … Continue reading Body Talk