Kate Kastelberg
Bio
-cottage-core meets adventure
-revels in nature, mystery and the fantastical
-avoids baleful gaze of various eldritch terrors
-your Village Witch before it was cool
-under command of cats and owls
-let’s take a Time Machine back to the 90s
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Stories (49)
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Nocturnal Clouds
Slipping Into Lifted Elysium: Night Covers Egress
By Kate Kastelberg about a year ago in Poets
Davy Jones: the True, Untold Story . Runner-up in Overboard Challenge.
It was one cerulean sea day that Sinbad the Sailor, Blackbeard, Grace O’Malley and Davy Jones found themselves all aboard the same ship. Yes, against all the odds of fame, fortune, time and legend, they were all on said ship together. She was a beaut though, with massive sails billowing and caving to the four winds, a deck of cypress wood that shone in the sun as if never scuffed by the likes of boots and barrels.
By Kate Kastelberg 2 years ago in Fiction
A Perfect Conch
The sun shone technicolor and ebullient over a paradisiac landscape below. Cerulean waves lapped against white sands and littered on the shores lay the gleaming jeweled frames of thousands of seashells, all perfect and none of them broken, abraded or eroded by their vast journeys sailing the seas.
By Kate Kastelberg 2 years ago in Fiction
What Napoleon Would Have Wanted
It was December 2015. It was to be the winter for the trip of a lifetime. My wanderlust began at a young age. With my first visit to South Africa at the fourteen, the spark was ignited and only grew with age. Now in my mid-thirties, I have traveled to 17 countries and over 20 states. To describe this trip, I first need to explain how I arrived there. Having studied French most of my life, studying abroad in Tours, France in high school and in Angers, France in college, you could say that my Francophilia only ripened deeper with age, like a fine Beaujolais. After college, I took it a step further and taught English abroad in French Guiana (in South America). That year, despite many hardships, was one of the best of my life. In Kourou, French Guiana I was known as “l’américaine” (the American woman), recognized pedaling around town on my bike and to many, the first and only American they had met. During that seminal time, I fostered a sense of community around me that I had heretofore not experienced. I made friends with other teaching assistants from around the world, friends from my tango class and friends from the theatre class at the French foreign legion.
By Kate Kastelberg 2 years ago in Wander
