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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

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

visualization tools for dreamtime adventures I’m not that good at visualizing. I practiced constantly but I only managed to master everyday objects. Apples, pens, coffee cups. Not particularly inspiring dream fodder. No matter how

the short yet joyful lives of soap bubbles The first to arrive is confused but only for a moment before a companion appears. Look! the first bubble says to the second, and as more

always darjeeling It’s not that good a trick, really. There are ooohs and aaahhs when I show someone who hasn’t seen it before, but only the first time. After the second time they complain

an impromptu ceremony to restore the sun We were sick of the winter and we wanted to get the sun back. We yelled for it but it couldn’t hear us. We thought maybe it