I hadn't been to the grove in days, neglecting my duty to both the trees and myself. Coming here recharged me, gave me back power and life I found nowhere else.
Empty, a shell washes onto the shore.
One creature glimpses it, then a few more.
"There are evil spirits in the beech tree," Alphonse's mother-in-law said. "All the village knows it and they talk of nothing else."
a response to ‘The Kiss’ by Gustav Klimt light of late afternoonspills onto us like jars of wildflower honeyaround my anklesflowers form themselvesinto bouquets of calla lily and cosmos, violet and freesiawe kneel as if in pagan prayerknees on...
Two minutes cannot hold them all: and yet we stand and let the quietness speak.
Dispatch sent us to a stone house on Aberdeen Avenue in Westmount, but that’s all we had to go on: an address. “Miss Amara? We’re first responders,” my partner hollered.
Last year I watched the kites ripple into the atmosphere as I placed marigolds out for our great-grandmother Carmen. This year, I am the one being welcomed back.
The slow night watch at la Porte de Montmartre was interrupted by a man in a cape and broad, white-plumed hat ... and a nose for mystery.
Eric watched as almost a dozen boys around the campfire jumped up and down, cheering and whooping and waving their hands in the air.
Rose had a way of getting things wrong, and that’s why nobody ever asked her to do anything. She didn’t mean to. Things always just seemed to work out wrong for her. When she was asked to make tea, she nearly flooded the kitchen. When she was sent...