Of Persi, Earsy, Mari, and Rafe and their beautiful world.
Enole ‘ni Mari, Seta vere ner. We made it. Anything that was not rock— the beautiful red rock— enferranti nisevia sim ci ne! as brilliant and jeweled a red as ever— was scattered about and touched by flame. I collected one of your looking glasses, one you kept on a …
Four & a quarter lightyears heart to heart
We’ve never been so close apart
Dear Josephine, The bridges. Are you seeing them? What do they mean? What are The Dragons to The Queen? Sledgehammers & spikes are heavy.
Dear Josephine,
Do parasites hurt when they leave? Should I be wearing floaties? Alexa’s not talking to me.
Sometimes on The Land of Hatchy Milatchy Miss Judy would read the mail.
Here’s a letter in progress. Here’s an unfinished thought. Here’s an ink, pencil, & paper writing prompt:
How many cupholders have you?
Mari, Mari the stars have gone out!
Please send us a thread…
I stand shining with Milne on this one.
My father is the fisherman
Vassal of Poseidon’s tides
Older than Ulmo, older than Nereus
He is The Depths of the primordial seas
