Jenny Greenteeth is an evil spirit of English lore. Mothers would warn their children about playing by the water’s edge lest they be dragged to their watery, bone gnawing graves.
Wicked Jenny is a simple example of a child’s fear. I should know, after reading books on lore, as a child she even scared me.
This blog is named after the nightmare water hag of children because that story, that evil spirit, that fear is a representation of a truly awful issue, child abuse.
The writing you are going to encounter beyond this page is comprised of the angry stuff I wrote as a child, and writings that represent the demons left behind in my head today.
European lore may have scared me as a child but not as terribly as the beatings, molestation and death threats my family and I were forced to live with. When you live in the face of abuse, and if you get to walk away like I did, it still haunts you like that wicked water hag will always haunt the reader’s imagination.
Domestic violence is not taken as seriously as it needs to be. This is my contribution to the cause.
Through Jenny Greenteeth I’ve decided to explore the moment in my life, in many children’s lives, where the wickedness of the world destroys them before they ever get a chance. This blog is dedicated to that moment when a child’s spirit is brutally beaten from the person, never to be seen again.
Please, read on…
