My friends and those who know me best know me as a mermaid, a dryad or a lioness moonlighting as a housebound kitty. Perhaps I am a wearer of many hats and many masks. But, if pressed, I will call myself a storyteller, nothing more, nothing less. There is no dishonor in the title, I often wonder why people seem to think truth and fiction are mutually exclusive. And I wonder most of all at people who think that writers lie. My nom-de-guerre as a writer, artist, storyteller, songwriter, singer with terminal stage fright and hopeful indie publisher is Nin Harris; I run mythopoetica.com and The Mythogenetic Grove Press, an independent press which is more an idea that lurks in these binary woods, its sole current production being Domus Exsulis, although there have been at least two `zines with an editorial team which have been birthed in the past, only to gracefully expire.

The image of a tree appears again and again in many folktales and myths. I picture stories thus, branching out from trunk into twigs, all interlaced with each other, intersecting prose, poetry, fiction, to that indefinable land known as poetic prose. The Wildwood section of The Mythogenetic Grove features these intersections; annotated links to other beautiful binary woods in these pixelated frontiers, articles, essays and bits of fictive prose about mythopoesis and storytelling. I also use the Wildwood to post news regarding my art and fiction projects as well as publications. If you’re curious about the more personal and academic aspect of my being, then you are most welcome to hop over to the Water section, aka: Growing Fins, where my life-experiences are documented in a loose, free-form online scrapbook of photographs, photo essays, musings, recipes and reviews. If you need to contact me for any reason, you may send a note to my gmail inbox. The id: mythopoetica. I do love to hear from my readers, so if you are too shy to comment on the posts on any of the sections of this website, do visit my inbox