Amelia: Still Life
I’m standing in the middle of my garden,
small and special,
like an ancient idol, hidden for centuries
by the luxuriant vegetation
which grew
Amelia: Grace
I could have died a thousand ways
or not have lived at all. I could have sold my happiness for envy, rage, and gall. I could have drowned in grief and tears, and given up my soul. I could have followed on my fears
to falter, fail and fall.
For the holidays
Get lost in a story with me :)
Sophie: Your Guests from the Meta of Real
Can you hear us, stranger? Can you hear us, friend?
Eliza: Patchwork
Of all the gifts existence deigns upon us there isn’t one more precious to our kind
than the misread and undervalued gift of freedom, a gift we’re blinded to when we are young.