“When women were birds, we knew otherwise. We knew our greatest freedom was in taking flight at night, when we could steal the heavenly darkness for ourselves, navigating through the intelligence of stars and the constellations of our own making in the delight and terror…

Darkness rising I am the night They fear me greatly but know not my plight I would have left them alone Had they left mine the same Instead they burned the one I loved And I became their bane.

  Our Miss Brooks goes home at night, Where the rooms are empty, The chairs are silent, There never were any of her own children, and the Work is never done. Papers to grade of course and Dinner to drink. A page of curricular notes…

I HEAR YOU Don’t speak, precious one. I hear your cry a thousand miles away, the silent tears strangling your throat, burning your eyes. Come, young or old, and lay your head in my arms. My lips against your cheek, as I have so often…

one flick with one tail whisp of white whipping past battering the bow drowning a dream that drove him for decades prompt 16

I have done this for a million years And have seen you live I have watched a planet die And another born. I have loved a woman in reverse Our timelines running to the other ends And through it all, I am here. Trust me,…

I reach across the table towards the cup and saucer; prepare to nudge it gently off the edge. I brace myself for impact (and the sound of a resounding smash) but nothing happens. Now I pause within the unaccustomed silence – look around me. And…

I wonder if I wouldHave taken seriouslyAny of the Faerie News Network'sWolf Sightings? The Three Pigs took the worst of it, Im sureThough they did lose a straw house and a stick hutAt least we have each other thoughI do admit if Grandmother doesn't move…

Singing, trouncing, pounding tables, goblets splash mead on caked mud.   Who are these creature who swear God’s face they deign is theirs?   How could they be so bold when I, and all I sired, eat men like sows?   I chomp their bones…

Never took a liking to or understood the term But I knew well the purpose of its composition, to make others squirm Nonetheless I must protest My work was executed with fine precision Every sling a premeditated decision That no other would ever match My…