First published in Oh Comely magazine, Decenber 2014 Home is where the spiders are. Home is also where I work and write. In Native American culture, Spider was the creator of the alphabet. She weaved the letters into her web and gave them to the tribes. When I see a spider sitting in my windowsill, she inspires me to type. When I rescue my boyfriend from a spider, I have her cross my palm to bring creativity and good fortune. Spider is also the one who weaves dreamcatchers, catching nightmares like flies, leaving dreams to fly free. I moved into a new home last month. It is beautiful, with large rooms paved in wood. But the first few nights I slept here, I had nightmares. If it was the feeling of unfamilarity or the past of the place I don't know. But I blessed the doors with rowen branches to keep out uninvited guests. The next day, I saw a spider in my bedroom. I have slept soundly since. I have not told my boyfriend where she is though. I want him to sleep soundly too.

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We left granddad’s house two hours ago. Making our way through the country, we made our way through the cassettes. I have Walked a Dinosaur, looked on The Bright Side of Life and The Red Car and the Blue Car have finished their race. Kids Go Nuts, and then the car goes quite...   A short story about a car journey at night.

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