the sea-wives
we were mothers, once / but the water / called us away. Read more
the spider
the spider the woman was out at dawn, gathering firewood. it was a little early, really; the windblown twigs and branches were still moist and smelling of night. but she could not sit inside the hut today. could not nurse a coffee by the fire, nor watch the sun come… Read more
baba yaga’s hut
they come to me for the stupidest things. Read more
The Story of the Nether Largie Stanes
“Mooooooon!” Earth would call up into the darkness. “Gealllaaaach! Come down here and talk with me, for I long for a sister who understands me, and I feel you could be the one.” Read more