Daily Archives: September 9, 2014

….. Scrape deep the inner bark and bite your tongue, invite the winter winds to sweep you far. This craft is that of true cinnamon, spice and winged ser -pents taking flight in curls of moon. Peel her loose to … Continue reading →

…. It’s too soon to tell if she should cast a small spell instead of this big golden ball that only ever borrows. The sky’s gone all art, deco -rated in crimson and tangerine, fading now to indigo and waiting … Continue reading →