The first time she killed something, it hurt. A single ax isa tool of reckoning. She was to small to handle it but the fire was hungry and she was alone. Her tiny hands gripped the beast. She swung the weapon hard. Over and over again. Dizzy and defeated, Mora fell to the ground in… Continue reading Mora’s Wood
On Speaking with the Dear
A Monumental Return
A lot of my work is focused on the rise of the mother and the huntress. A matriarchal return to what was and what might have been. Suppression can penetrate the surface but it won't break ground. In the end, we are of the same root and we will protect it. She is on the… Continue reading A Monumental Return
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