Words | Hillora Lang

Mitochondrial: To All My Grandmothers

Is it possible for me to still be me, to ever be me - have I ever been me? I am beginning to know you know, all my grandmothers. Hovering...

Turtle Tears

I lie near the headwaters of the stream flowing into the beaver pond above the house. There’s a tiny little turtle, like the ones you get...

Dark Passage

This is an introduction to my first attempt at a middle grade novel. I'd love to hear what you think! Keffi, a human female who has just...

Seafoam and Starlight

Here's a short story about the beginning of a relationship, with a touch of fairy tale magic. Seafoam and Starlight Let’s play a game,”...

Riding Hubble

I love momentum poems, those which read at speed and leave you breathless at the end. I hope you like this one! RIDING HUBBLE Crouching...

Quetzal

Another from my collection of short stories produced for family and friends. QUETZAL Kari? Kari, where are you?” Aunt Muriel’s clipped...

Tatterdemalion

From a small self-published book of poems written during my time in college, here is one about a girl I wish I could have been:...

A Whole Lot of Wonderful

Here's a little story I wrote for collection which I self-published on Amazon for family and friends. I'd love to hear what you think! A...