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flax-golden tales: a not-quite-midnight picnic

a not-quite-midnight picnic We decide to have a midnight picnic with the moon but we leave early just after the sun goes to sleep so there will be enough light to see by to get there. We bring strawberries and honey and blue cheese and a bottle of red wine but we pack teacups instead […]

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flax-golden tales: an entreaty before departure

an entreaty before departure It is almost time to go. Someday is, in fact, today. Time for departures and changes and brave new worlds. New sights and new sounds, new dreams and new shoes. Write yourself a note, to remember who you are. (It’s an easier thing to forget than you’d imagine.) Put your tray […]

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flax-golden tales: bargaining with space and time

bargaining with space and time They make promises to themselves and to the universe and in that moment they believe they got the better of the bargain, they believe that everything is forever and infinite. Later, much later, they will realize their mistake. Nothing lasts forever. Promises regarding space and time disintegrate like paper in […]

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flax-golden tales: tiny helpful birds

tiny helpful birds The Helpful Birds are small and black But some of them wear splashes of color And all of them are somewhat fluffy. Often only one of them will show up But they will be there when you need them. If you have a lock in need of picking or a lost item […]

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an announcement regarding flax-golden tales

I started writing flax-golden tales in the summer of 2009 because this blog was newish and I wanted it to look like I was a proper writer who wrote things. I wanted to do something inspired by Chris Van Allsburg’s The Mysteries of Harris Burdick. My wonderful friend Carey Farrell was kind enough to let […]

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flax-golden tales: the wish granters

the wish granters The faeries got tired of constantly being asked to grant wishes while they were busy with other things like practicing their tiny violins and writing novellas and drinking their faerie wine so they created a wish submission system, somewhat similar to a post office box system, but, you know, for wishing. You […]

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flax-golden tales: authorized persons only

authorized persons only I like to sit in the park and read in the afternoons, usually in the same round gated garden because there’s more shade but today the fence has been replaced by a tall grey wall that says Authorized Persons Only where the gate used to be. There’s no door, as far as […]

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flax-golden tales: take a seat

take a seat Come in, come in and take a seat, but please don’t wait for the show to start. It has already started. You probably thought it would begin once an audience had assembled, we apologize for any confusion. The show began before you arrived and it will continue after you leave. (It may […]

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flax-golden tales: the dog will see you now

the dog will see you now I heard from reliable sources that the cat who lives at 23 Pine Street can answer any question but when I get to number 23 Pine Street there’s no cat, just a gardener outside who stops digging up long-dead begonias to inform me that the cat’s owners moved to […]

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flax-golden tales: mind the bell

mind the bell They used to say “Mind the Bell” mostly as a… what’s the opposite of a greeting? They’d say it when bidding farewell to someone, sometimes turning it into a single word: mindthebell, or minddebel. Nobody does it as much anymore, but teachers still say it at the end of class, because their […]

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