MK Swanson

Since I was old enough to form words, I’ve been telling stories to heal myself.
I believe that story is sacred; that life is story; and that story never ends.

Some stories I haven’t written yet:

Chasing a UFO Down Old 17

Girl Dies When Driver Plays Chicken

Don’t Let the Blonde Hair Fool You, I’m Part Indian

Leatherleaf Fern Grower Dies of DDT-induced Cancer

A Moccasin, a Pistol, and a Flashlight

The Booted Ghost of Lisnaroe

I write novels, short stories and poetry. I document systems and design graphics.
You can check out my LinkedIn profile and my Scribd site. I also post poetry on Tumblr at Three Lines, 17 Syllables and Poetical Tarot.