I wander in the dying hills of autumn, up here in the Kingdom of God, the great northeastern wilds; where the bows thrum and the gun shots hum long after the fire in them has released. The fire in the hills, like the touch of Odin, drops the leaves into the waving broken grass. Before … More Nokemis

I’m sitting here trying to find a way to write about the severe anxiety and depression that have been riding my back since my separation in October. The overwhelming factors that cause me to break down in tears almost every night, sitting in my bed and praying for some magical answer I don’t have and … More


There is a train trestle my mother used to tell me stories about, stretching the deep gorge of the Dog River. I visited it as a teenager. Winter was just beginning to appear, her fingernails gently running across my cheeks. I went back, today. The trestle still stands, sturdy and open to the wide space … More Contemplate

In Blood

Silence. The dark air twists around my arms, the stars whispering above me “be still, be still.”  I stop moving but these veins run through me like electric wires, vibrating. Somewhere in my DNA that mountain witch’s memories are ascending, and the magic she held in her blood is percolating into my nerves. The forest … More In Blood

Dear Daughter

I am a daughter of queens and warriors, but not the kind you think of in stories. I’m the daughter of loud mouth bitches and opinionated women, the kind of women that demand you listen and make you uncomfortable with their truths. The kind of people who farm one day and carry a sword the … More Dear Daughter

my hands are cold you said i laid there looking at the ceiling, focusing on my breathing. i feel dead. the weight of emerald sighs, cast out from my throat like last goodbyes, I swear i’m wearing white but you all look so good in black.