by Caitlin Copland

I dreamed of the Yaga.
She looked me in the eye
told me she would consume me.

I was not afraid —
even when she opened the skylight
and began painting with my ashes.

Caitlin Copland

Quietly honing her wordsmith skills, she has recently found her voice in the rich soil of the Rocky Mountains. With the encouragement of her partner and their fur family, she is working on self-publishing a collection of poetry and making her voice heard on topics that have impacted her life and story.

^{Artist: Ivan de Faveri}