by Faye Arcand | Oct 27, 2022 | My Twisted Writer Brain…
Listen as you read along… Twas the night before the all hallows eve When I took my crooked broom and made to leave On morrow we wait to see all through the hood Creatures will screech—just as they should I, in my witch hat, all ready to fly Settled in with a...
by Faye Arcand | Oct 31, 2021 | Auntie Says..., My Twisted Writer Brain…
When I was a kid, I remember donning dads old pants, stuffing in a lumpy pillow, and tying a yellow rope tightly around my waist. Then I dug in the fireplace for ash and smeared it all over my face and old torn shirt that mom would have given me. Lastly, I slapped on...