Tag Archives: stones
.. We are the princesses of ice and fire and fog and fluff. We have had enough of your glass …………(ceilings) slippers and your velvet chairs not meant for sitting and your golden stair demands of our locks. Your frocks … Continue reading
.. We breathe the cold, snapped against silence; the blue seeps into our bones. We raise our limbs to a cracked-open sky, the clouds like overlapping stones. .. wordled.
(Seed shopping on a Sunday) .. There’s an entire alphabet here to be planted, a feast for our palates and our eyes and our ears: ginseng, cinnamon, cloves, currant, apricots, zucchini. We head home with brandywine, plums, glacier, stone. … Continue reading