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Monthly Archives: April 2021
“In this moment…I swear…we are infinite.” – The Perks of Being a Wallflower This was supposed to be our infinite Our one final cheerOur infinite, imperfect, imbalanced, senior yearInfectedImpededImbalancedUnclearImprisoned, robbed of our last souvenir Enclosed by all of these in, im’s, and … Continue reading
Here, they’re barefoot and barefaced and the only crowns they wear are daisy-chained. They’re stained in wild berries and luscious mud and maple syrup. They’re warriors of whimsy, wildlings writing their own stories withsticky fingers and hearts finally given a chance. The night sky’s their only gownand they’ve doubled down … Continue reading
The best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids’ flutter which says we are for each other – E. E. Cummings, since feeling is first You know, on second thought, gum would be perfection. – Chandler Bing, Friends :: it’s sticky, this one. … Continue reading
:: It occurred to her she had a sword of her own so she wields it strong. ::
Cinder goes by Ella now,and she and Belle agreethat if they can get Snow to show the magic number’s 3. Might a quartet be better? that trio does suppose,so once she’s had a tiny napthey wake up Briar Rose. Why not five? … Continue reading
the chicken (a good egg, really) crossed the road(we wonder why), perhaps to try and find out if the sky (why blue?) was really falling. we’re calling it a draw,this Q&A, this interrogative way we have of (who what when where why) dubiety and pondered piety. and yet we ask for heaven’s sake,how many … Continue reading
He’s got a big ol’ watch and (apparently) some kind of (very important) date. We don’t know what (we’re all mad here.) Frankly, he’s quite frantic and perhaps it’s pedantic, but we’d really like to help the poor fella hop along. We’d ask Alice, but she’s currently wee, and Tweedle Dum and … Continue reading
It’s happy (ever after) hour in the forest of the wayward princess wildlings. They’ve been shaken by trees, and stirred by breeze, and they’re ready for another round of pixie pickup sticks. The river’s flowing fineand so’s the blackberry wine, and they’ll share if you dare to shed your crown and stick around. … Continue reading
She’s due to throw a shoe, but she’s thinking about saying (bibbidi bobbidi)boo to the whole thing, and just making a fine pumpkin stew. :: PAD, day 23.
You might find them in the woods, if you can get past the nymphs (who are on their side). They only want the kiss of breeze, the romance of trees, the squeeeee of mud-lucious squish between unadorned toes. They’re done with spells and slippers and … Continue reading