Hi. I'm Esther. I write and read and cook and make magic and do other stuff. You can find out a little bit about me on this website, if you want. I'm also on Twitter but I'm not very good at it.
I've been writing in a serious way since I was sixteen years old, when I attended a fine arts school that allowed me to focus on writing every day for basically the whole afternoon. Thanks, hippie schools! Since then I've written (and procrastinated by not writing) my way through college, too many minimum wage jobs to count, the never-ending seesaw of health and illness, and hopefully the never-ending adventure of political awakenings. I have a cat, who may or may not be infinitely more useful than the Master's degree in Creative Writing that I also have.
I write poetry, creative non-fiction, and fiction for teens and little kids. You can read some of my writing online.
Once upon a time, I dreamed up and ran The Sunday Shortstack, a pop-up pancake and folk music cafe. For five years, I co-organized a queer reading series in Vancouver called REVERB, which wrapped up in June 2017. Now I work with youth and try to spend as much time as possible amongst trees.
I grew up on Stó:lō land in a small town in the Fraser Valley and now live on the lands of the Musqueam, Squamish, and Tsleil-Waututh people in Vancouver, where I love discovering nettles growing wild in the city, pockets of thimbleberry bushes, and other forms of sweet plant resistance.
I've also lived in rural Vermont, Montreal, and -- just briefly -- the backwoods of the North Cascadia Mountains. Land & home inform all the work I do, from writing to ritual to
I like writing that you can't live without: poems that sneak their way into your head like a cat moving in. Stories that return to you even after you've forgotten their names. Sometimes it's good to get re-introduced anyway. Poetry that is also prayer, or a recipe. I'm really wild for writing that speaks to young people & the young hopes in all of us.
And I definitely like when reading a book is as good as eating a piece of blackberry pie. Even better if it's as good as eating the whole pie.