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bookish dragons 

we are currently reading Proust and a few tomes on jousting and a scaled-down edition of Fahrenheit 451.  we’ve begun Beloved and Animal Farm, sunk our talons into Gone With the Wind (and a few on weather). we’re armed with swords and library cards, and we’ve had Oz and Howl memorized … Continue reading

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You Can’t Buy Ruby Slippers at the Bodega on the Corner 

All un-ordinary twisters aside, Dorothy decides the Manolos just won’t do. Heels are made for clicking, yellow cobblestone wishing for things like courageheart and wicked smarts.  There’s a faint cackle from the Westhinting at monkeys that can fly, and golden gates.  She sings, and sighs.  The Emerald City awaits.  :: … Continue reading

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Poem for the Yellow Brick Road

We’re off             {to see}  if that guy behind the curtain’s got a place for you and me, if all these cobbled sorrows are worth it in the end,if there’s a scattered spell to bend and tilt that tornado just a little farther east.  Hey, we’ve got the brains    the … Continue reading

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We’re Off

And I was standing over there, rusting for the longest time. …………………………………….– The Tin Man, The Wizard of Oz   ..  To see how far we’ve ……(cobbled) come, you have to understand: we stood there, hearts ……………(or lack) in hand … Continue reading

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You Can’t Buy Ruby Slippers at a Kansas Hardware Store

.. That was no ordinary twister, Mister, and Dorothy had a dream and now she’s on the hunt for just the right shade of crimson heels. Blue and white check and black MaryJanes are, at best, as country bumpkin as … Continue reading

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Patent, Pending

Photo Credits: Zvaella The trouble when you click your toes together instead of your heels is that nobody knows what you’re wishing for or where home is, or why these side -walks are made of leather instead of yellow brick. … Continue reading

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