I used to disappear Characters that would help me A world that I found better Kinder More like the one I wanted to live in Soft chairs Piles of books Hot tea And understanding partners I still wish I could disappear

I never believed in fairies or goblins or leprechauns. I was born to a practical family. But reading fairy tales and magical stories was all I wanted to do. I had a willing suspension of disbelief, and could believe the stories without expecting such creatures…

Early morning loading up buckets in the carport moths bang against the lightbulb above I cling to the sleeve of his jacket the tremor from the engine makes me shake as we slip out onto the bayou Staying at his elbow the mist makes this…

A spearmint wind speaks my name to darkness, “Let us make her think he wants her, desperately!” “Lamb impaled upon lettuce?” “Let us traaaaace it all back,” eyes drool oily spice as lust inverts its greed, hot to the mind of myth. “So foolish be…

Once upon a time… Isn’t that how these tales always begin? Tales of fay folk, elves, and angels… Of devils in dark suits void of briefs for the sake of convenience. Well, here we go… Once upon a time there was a little girl living…

Creature with a mane, front claws that maim Cloven hoofed hind legs, goat stomach but not head A fire brews within it, its tail is scaled and hisses The original, the monstrous maven, the chimera craven None could fight it save its brother, a beast…

Jack Rabbit swept up in my snare! Who knew they spoke and reasoned with such flair? In ancient British words he said “Dear lady, can we not be friends? We eat only a bit of the cabbage head.” “Oh, my gosh! I hear you speak!”…

That thing, give it to me, please Your shiny clicky click-clack The faceted rock I want to squeeze A precious stone, your plastic jewels, Give them to me now. Or I’ll shoot? I’ll shoot. I need the shinies, the pretties To put them in my…

Journal Entry 247 I came across a legend, They looked to be like toadstools Homes for fae the size of shoes Too large to be normal mushrooms. My colleague saved me from disaster, Had I given in my toes would shatter For these were hard…

Deep in the woods with the moon at its peak The goblins come out to creep Along the river on paths of moss Tiptoeing past where naiads sleep They clamber over long dead ents And flee the wolf-men’s tents To gather at the Coyote’s Fang…