I write speculative fiction and poetry inspired by layered histories, folklore, and the quiet magic hidden inside ordinary things.

Sometimes that magic looks like ghost stories and forgotten people. Sometimes it looks like a dandelion wish, a falling star, or the feeling that a place remembers more than it says out loud.

I’m drawn to the spaces where memory, myth, and history blur together, and to the stories that live there.

Where history meets magic

A woman with curly gray hair, glasses, and a dark coat stands on wet stairs holding a green book, with an old stone building and a castle in the background during dusk or early evening, with autumn leaves on the ground.
A pair of turquoise eyeglasses resting on a closed teal book, with a background of a wooden staircase and doors.