flax-golden tales: watchdragon
watchdragon At first I thought it was a dog—a Pug, maybe—but now I’m pretty sure it’s a dragon. I tried asking when it first appeared by the gate but it doesn’t talk, it only
watchdragon At first I thought it was a dog—a Pug, maybe—but now I’m pretty sure it’s a dragon. I tried asking when it first appeared by the gate but it doesn’t talk, it only
Since I am terrible about reminders regarding such things, here is my fall schedule of appearances: Friday October 5th, 2012 JP Reads One City One Book 7:00pm The Footlight Club, Jamaica Plain, MA Wednesday
dirty laundry I let my laundry pile up for two weeks before I finally relented and took it to a laundromat, after leaving yet another message for the landlord about the constantly out-of-order
I am still working on a long post about books that is not post-shaped yet but in the meantime I am delighted that I can finally recommend a book I read months and months
Autumn is my favorite. Apples and cinnamon and scarves and crispy leaves crunching beneath boots. I wish you a glorious autumnal equinox, pumpkin-flavored & sweater-cozy. The black & white renders them slightly incognito, but
a room of your own I built you a hideaway. Well, fixed more than built since it was already there, but it’s for you. I hope you like it. I suppose it’s like a