The Fable of the Bear
My mother used to tell me the fable of the mother bear and its cub. The story is a simple
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My mother used to tell me the fable of the mother bear and its cub. The story is a simple
You may have noticed there was no Lucid Dreaming post this week – that is because the novel undertaking is
This poem was originally published in an anthology called Revolution of the Undertones, by Scrap Paper Press. It’s no longer
Original published in Crow Toes Quarterly, a now defunct magazine. Once upon a time, in a small house on a
Hello my loyal follows. How quiet you are! You would have made excellent children in the 1800s. But I digress.
Annalee Cott sometimes forgets to breathe. From a distance the city looks so beautiful. She can sit in the park
In the six-penny den where the gamblers drink and rub gold coins between shaking fingers they pretend is just a
You’d think having a fairy godmother would be great. Everyone loves the scene where the fairy godmother takes a mouse
The day that Felix killed Annette was the day I lost faith that everything happens for a reason. Mine has
The crushed poppies beneath his bent knee gave off an aroma not unlike burnt sugar, as he held the apple