Dear Ms. Rice,
Dear Ms. Rice,
The honeybees are here now giving
the clover a working over,
Quick reads, scenes, scenarios, riffs off the cuff, or perhaps even a rant if you’re lucky.
Dear Ms. Rice,
The honeybees are here now giving
the clover a working over,
Time. Time. Only a little. Only my share. I respect time so much more than they do out there. Out there Time is such a poorly executed concept.
I’m only here to return some library books and pay the late fees. Oh, and run for coffee too.
In my first long sleep in ages
such dreams. Such strange sleeps.
Broom me a floorlit exfil.
“I should like to find a feather,” said Osi.
Buckle up, Babysitters…
How much love could a coven mother covet if a coven mother could covet love?
The leaves are flying. ‘Tis the season. I feel like it’s time to get back to work, whatever it was.
Nia sat sipping coffee from a cup contemplating consequence and course layers at a time
Did you know that W.H. Hudson learned to fight with a knife at the age of four? I’m unsurprised. I understand.