Killing Two Birds With One Story

Jesi Kay

Jesi Kay, poet and aspiring novelist, was born in the Texas panhandle where wide skies, lazy summer days, and rolling thunderstorms sparked her imagination and left lasting memories in her blood. An early reader, poetry and mythology were her passions. So much so that when she was ten years old her step-father gave her his college mythology textbooks to read, which were full of classic poetry and more than enough tales to fill her romantic and inquisitive nature. Jesi loves reading, art, going to the theater, the romanticism of the Victorian era (but not the missing conveniences of indoor plumbing and central air conditioning), running when the heat and humidity cooperate, and cold weather so she can wear her favorite boots and knitwear. Also, she still has those college mythology textbooks, a little worse for wear over time but still intact and telling their stories to her. Jesi is a contributor at The Well Tempered Bards blog and at

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7 Responses

  1. Vince says:

    The answer to your final question is a great big YES!

    • Jesi says:

      Tee hee…*in a sing-songy voice* you have to waaiit till Halloweeeeen!

      • Vince says:

        In my head you’re speaking in a little-girl voice.

        It’s 2:20am over here.

        Thanks in advance for the nightmares.

        • Jesi says:

          My job is done. You are welcome. What’s funny is…I’m giving myself scary dreams…but they’re funny in the end…like this one I had two nights ago…I could see ghosts and how they died and there was this Toad Man who was going around killing people because he had a tree toad’s skin and whenever anyone touched him they died and I was supposed to stop him from killing people. And there was this little boy about 8 or 9 who was the comic relief in my dream and the last thing I remember was running into town to the cops yelling at them that Toad Man was coming, and all the cops were hanging out at the local diner and the little boy was sitting on the hood of one of the cop cars. When he heard me he stood up and began yelling at the cops: Didn’t you hear what the woman said? Get up off your butts you lazy asses! We’re about to become Toad Food (because to-fu) lol
          my brain is weird.

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