flax-golden tales: secrets in the sea
secrets in the sea You may whisper your secrets to the sea And the sea will keep them for you Cover them with crashing waves Carry them out on retreating tides Pull them under
secrets in the sea You may whisper your secrets to the sea And the sea will keep them for you Cover them with crashing waves Carry them out on retreating tides Pull them under
the story trees They string histories and myths and fancies and fables together and hang them in the branches of the story trees. The garlands of tales catch the light and shimmer in the
sunset-colored death in a temporary cage I caught Death in a cage in the backyard. It was mostly an accident. The cage was supposed to be a trap for ghosts but it didn’t work
zombie lawn pirates We tried vinegar and baking soda and chili pepper and citrus, a whole grocery list of alternative pesticides and they didn’t even blink, not that they have eyelids. Some of them
the leaf painters Sometimes the leaf painters are overly enthusiastic. (They only get to paint once a year, after all.) Sometimes fragile leaves are covered with so much color that it overexcites and overwhelms
pumpkin picking You must pick a pumpkin. You are not allowed to leave without one. (And trust us, you don’t want to stay here.) The pumpkins are more or less identical, relatively similar in