When I discovered I could take a bookbinding class during my graduate studies I was thrilled.
I am not a poet. For the life of me I can’t hear meters, even if I read if for hours knowing what it is.
It had been an agitating Monday, so Static took a walk to clear her head.
I’ll be honest, life has been rough recently.
For those of you who don’t know, I have Lyme’s disease, which, among other symptoms, can cause depression.
The date was perfect until they walked through the revolving door.
Contrary to her reasonable nature, Stranger had kept count of the months since she had gone to find the island in the mist.
Sender was returning home and decided to take the short cut.
She had just returned Herb Gardens for Beginners to Mrs. Potters, the elderly garden enthusiast who lived a block and a street away.
Stranger left for the dock early in the morning. It was the time when the mist was the thickest, when the island would show… if it were there.
She went into the woods looking for the deer. In particular, a doe with a white fleck on its brow in the shape of a star.