flax-golden tales: wish dish
wish dish I blame Dr. Seuss. It’s a belief that solidified in my head after all the rhyming, the fish wish dish stuff. I was easily influenced by rhyming things. My mother says I
wish dish I blame Dr. Seuss. It’s a belief that solidified in my head after all the rhyming, the fish wish dish stuff. I was easily influenced by rhyming things. My mother says I
a saturday afternoon quest for power It’s a stupid thing to search for, she tells me, for about the hundredth time since we started walking. I ask her if it would be better to
accidental poetry It’s the easiest way to compose a poem, he tells me. I don’t believe him, but I nod in what I hope is a thoughtful-looking way as he throws the letters up
I am going on holiday, which always sounds more festive than “on vacation” for some reason. It is mostly a writing holiday. I shall be hiding myself away and working on the new
the storied pasts of carousel ponies Once they were real ponies, because that’s how such stories go. (Before that they were real boys, of course. Princes and paupers and a solitary thief, each with