dandy
willow winds whisper, dandelions... dilating days are upon us scatter to the east and west the chortle of children sprinkle north and south sunshiny smiles fluffy seeds wispful light
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sewing lessons
a stitch in time saves nine someone teach me to sew sew my mouth shut my eyelids closed snap my legs tight and button up my toes nine stitches aren't enough to sew up all my guts coagulate blood scab over wounds set broken bones how do I keep me shut? sewing basket's empty I'm all out of thread no bandages crutches, a brace or prescriptions to wrap my pounding head
from asters to zinnias
from asters to zinnias this spring has sprung hour by hour I sense the subtle changes ordain the Sun Goddess! myself her devout proselyte loosed from winter grey and frigid doldrums limits cannot bind me and the east is my redemption imaginary beasts shake off their afterbirth lines of perky blossoms shed their skin from this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines -Walt Whitman, Song of the Open Road 5
Decisions, Decisions
Where do you want to go?” Witch asked. “I’m not very hungry. You decide,” Princess replied, not even looking up from her phone. “How about Eye of Newt? I hear they have a prime newt special on Thursdays.” “You know there’s nothing for me to eat there, being a newtitarian.” The Princess’s eyes rolled. “Fine.” “Good.” “How about Grave? Lots for you there,” Witch countered. “I went there with Ogre yesterday, remember?” Princess said curtly. “OK,” Witch heavily sighed. “3 Bears Public House? You like the porridge there.” “I’m not in the mood for breakfast.” “Then you tell me where you want to go. You don’t seem to like any of my suggestions,” Witch retorted, biting her tongue, setting her jaw, and doing her best to stifle a hmphf. A heavy pause. “How about Toil and Trouble?” Witch ventured. “You’ll just complain the whole time about the f...