Wild Child

There are poppies in my palms Bears, too, and rabbits. Crows and seagulls call and cry from my throat, Moss covers my nail beds, soft and rough in equal measure. Nettles woven make my arms, painful, precious medicine. Cats twine between my shins, furry beneath my skirt. My hair is spun by spiders, shining silver,…

One off story – Chipped Stardust

Her nails were coated in chipped stardust, a lit cigarette dangled between strong fingers. Crimson lips, slightly parted, exhaled smoke into the cold Winter night. She was here for a purpose, for a reason, for a person not even she knew; but she was here, waiting, watching. Silent. Dark glittering eyes taking in everything, missing…

Beautiful Freaks Fest – Day 3

Yay, Day 3! ^____^ What a wonderful weekend this has been! A final thank you to our hostesses with the mostest(es), Magaly and Emma! You both are some of my favorite fabulous freaks. ❤ ❤ ❤ Make sure to head over to their blogs if you haven’t already and check out all the goodness that’s…

Beautiful Freaks Fest – Day 2

Welcome back, lovelies! I’m glad you enjoyed the first bit of story from yesterday. If you missed it, then you can click HERE and read the beginning of Dagne and Mourda’s story. ❤ I hope you enjoy this second bit, which is a little bit longer than the 313 word limit for stories… but as a…

Beautiful Freaks Fest

  Welcome, all my fellow freaks and oddities! In celebration of all things that are other (ourselves included!), all things beautiful and terrible, dark and wonderful, bright and full of sharp edges, I give this bit of story. Part of a larger story, to be sure, but the first bit, a bite-sized snack that celebrates the…

Traveling inner landscapes

The past few weeks have been hard… my depression has spiraled down deep and I’ve been clawing at the walls trying to drag myself back up into “normalcy”. I’ve been extra tired, especially the week leading up to and the week of my moontime. I’ve wanted to retreat into myself and just shut out the…

Wandering the Edges

And so the journey continues, within and without, and has lead me once again to a new place to write.   Spring is here in full force, after hovering uncertainly at the edges of Winter for a few weeks. She arrived in an explosion of color and a scent on the wind so sweet it…