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

the woman

once there was a woman who lived alone 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