Writing

Terrestrial Medicine

pour me more earth wet, sweet soil in my cup please my cup I’ll drink it for that…

November 1, 2023

For those who don’t know, I’m writing my first fantasy novel and documenting my progress here on the…

October 23, 2023

Some moments are too sweet for words too soft for voices and music too delicate for movement They…

October 6, 2023

I pull the horse hair across four strings release, let her sing she’s an angel bellowing bound to…

October 2, 2023

I suppose I don’t need the haircut. The gold hoops. Black boots laced high beneath strong, toned thighs.…

September 29, 2023

I’m writing a series about a cottage my family would visit each summer in Massachusetts. This is part…

September 27, 2023

Old Madam Randson knew what she wanted, and what she did not. She wasted no time pining after…

September 25, 2023

I dip my toes in last eve’s ashes Kick the dust around me Marvelous whirl, afloat Tiny drifting…

September 21, 2023

My secret lies deep in the woods. The birch trees stand as sentries, strong thighs and…

September 19, 2023

Rusted autumn amber like marmalade on black toast color chaotic, carmalized above and below a palette for the…

September 16, 2023

A while ago, I started a series about a cottage my family would visit each summer in Massachusetts.…

September 15, 2023

as long i’ve allowed the world to direct me i’ve never truly heard myself speaking i’m afraid to…

September 14, 2023