flax-golden tales: the light at the edge of the world
the light at the edge of the world I walk to the edge of the world every day at four o’clock in the afternoon. I didn’t always have to leave so early but the
the light at the edge of the world I walk to the edge of the world every day at four o’clock in the afternoon. I didn’t always have to leave so early but the
the recondite times, a non-periodical I painted my front door purple mostly on a whim. I had purple paint (in two different shades) and I figured it was a cheerful sort of color that
tools to build the stars I’ve used the same set of tools as my father ever since I was little, even though they’re heavy and sharp. They don’t feel as heavy now, but they’re
wisdom for the new year Only three people per year get to consult the frog, so they have to hold a lottery. People used to try to line up outside his fence before
the beginning of the world again We hang the new worlds on the tree until we need them. We could keep them in drawers or boxes but they look pretty hanging from the
grab the holiday cheer The sign makes claims of FUN (twice, with exclamation points) but it’s far too stressful to be fun. The timer starts on a delay: a randomized silent countdown followed by