The Egg Stone | A Short Story for #easter

An #Easter Story | The Egg Stone

When I was seven years old, I was sent to spend Easter with my granny in the country. I loved Easter more than any other occasion, even Christmas and my birthday, although all were eagerly anticipated for the… Read More

A Samhain Poem | A Witches Lament

Women like me,
we burn in the flames,
we drown in the bog,
held down by the weight
of our skills, misunderstood.
They hunt us, they hate us,
women like me.