Market Day
They say the woman sold dreams; I’m not so sure. Dreams are easy, their sellers slick. A little too alive,
Category: Lucid Dreaming
The Storm Crows
Wise ones learn to know the storms. One. Hoofbeats like thunder. A press in the air, the desperation of a
The Fairy Woods
Do you dare to walk in the fairy woods? Do not be afraid. The light falls softly here, and dreams
The Twilight Circus
You can see the weary wander in her eyes. Lovely thing, painted red lips and hooded gaze, she lives a
We Remain
We always said that when everything else was gone, we would remain. I think young love and naiveté go hand
Endless Sky
Breathe in. Feel the mist against your skin. See the endless depth of the horizon, and know that even should
The Winter Winds
In the stories, the talecrafters associate Winter with death. When we call a person cold we mean blank, emotionless, cruel.
Been a Long Time (long time)…
Hello my lovely Wrenlettes, As most of you are aware, my novel Command the Tides came out this month. That
In the Beginning
In the beginning, there was man. Which, of course, is completely nonsensical. If life comes from woman, shouldn’t woman come
Railroad Track
Maybe it’s ‘cause they’re going somewhere, and I’m just standin’ still. Maybe it’s ‘cause the sound they make fills me