A Simple Spell

I am on the right path. Everything is as it should be.  I am open to new experiences. I completely believe in my abilities. I am receiving amazing gifts and opportunities. Every day, I create my perfect reality. I always get what I want. I am able to let go and trust in the flow… Continue reading A Simple Spell

A Place in the Forest, Part III

“That settles it,” Mava said decisively, concluding a dialogue she’d been having with herself. “We’ve got to go swimming.” Ivan smiled weakly. “I think I’ll just put my feet in,” he ventured. “I’m really not that hot.”  A drop of sweat chose that moment to roll off the tip of his nose, undermining him.  Mava… Continue reading A Place in the Forest, Part III

Siren Song

Her body is a siren song You are led into an ocean of unknowing  Within, within So everyone that has ever loved her Found themselves in over their heads Impossible to cling to her For she is water Changeable, tempest-tossed The seaweed of her hair around your throat She coats you with pearls And you… Continue reading Siren Song

A Place in the Forest, Part II

“Oh no, I can’t eat that.” Ivan paused with his hand still outstretched offering the smoked trout on its open napkin.  “Uh, there’s hardly any bones in it, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he said uncertainly. “I’m pretty good at deboning them.  But you do have to be careful anyway,” he added hurriedly. “Some… Continue reading A Place in the Forest, Part II

The Visit

“Oh Addy, come on.  You can’t wear that.” Her mother’s voice is wounded, as if Addy chose her clothes intentionally to disappoint.  Addy looks down at herself, her cargo shorts, velcro sandals, and second-favorite t-shirt, the one with the frog on it. “Wear the dress you wore to Teddy’s baptism,” her mother continues. “With the… Continue reading The Visit

A Place in the Forest

A heavy crashing of branches sent two stealthy ravens up from their cover of leaves, croaking disgruntledly.  Mava’s knife was already in her hand when the man landed in an undignified tumble of twigs on the thick moss at her feet. “Lecher,” she snarled, crouching back. “Spying on me, were you?” The man scrambled gracelessly… Continue reading A Place in the Forest

A Little About the Author

When I was a small child, my mom’s nickname for me was Elf Queen. During that first period of my life (when I wasn’t voraciously reading) I was constantly creating and inventing characters and worlds, whether by drawing, writing, or becoming them. As young as five or six years old, after writing my first-ever story… Continue reading A Little About the Author