Legacy of Briar Rose | poem

A thousand spindles A hundred wheels A dozen or so webs An entire century of slow hearts Tell me how does it feel… to be so beautiful and significant that you send your whole word into mournful sleep? Is your soul really so pure, so divine? Is it attainable– could your legacy be attained by…

A Confusing (and utterly quick) Trip to Edgar’s

The sixty pound trout Ismus was dragging along the unpaved footway scraped the eye of the fish clean off before she had even reached Edgar’s. Three hours of sprinting, jogging, then the inevitable sluggish walking had drained Ismus of any energy she had gained during her time with Lin. Serabi’s moonless night sky feigned an…