Tag Archives: Fairytales


She’s Waiting There for Me



Plenum Week Two! Fairy Tales




It’s the visceral connection. The impending death. Fairy tales of past are not worlds we could imagine leaving our kids in. Yet, we remember these stories.

In creating these narratives that “[are] not true, nor could ever possibly be true,” we define and re-define ourselves. We are human and humane, connected and creative.

Come and unleash your goblins and elves here at Plenum Pleasant Horrors of Fairytales Inside the Belly of the Wolf, my week of our MFA’s graduating capstone project.

Of Vanity

Of Vanity

And the Great White Tern granted the old woman one wish: “To return to
my youth and arm myself with wisdom instead of beauty.”

By and by, the old woman recognized her feral spirited youth on the surface
of the reflection pool. One cast a disdainful look upon the other’s rawness.

The old woman unsheathed her knife and hacked off her long white hair.
Her proffered knife plunked through their barrier. The taunting youth,
mocked her actions, and hurled at the old woman that which could
never break the surface.



Part of A Japanese Fairy Tale

The old hag was furious and cut the sparrow’s tongue. Her husband was horrified and  felt tremendous sorrow for his friend was nowhere to be found.  
You call in sick and remain in bed all day on Friday; Saturday, and Sunday merge into an archipelago of isolation. You ask yourself, did you end up being the wretched, bitter wife; did you try to live a life like the honest, humble man; or are you the poor cut-tongue sparrow?