The Sunset Owl

Stories for Wondering and Wandering

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Freckled Whelp

Even rough Magic can flame amazement.

Graymalkin

Blades of yellow grass lick at my stomach, as Birnam Wood looms large.

Things that Love Night

Things that love night love not such nights as these.

The Fool

The Fool met Viola at a crosswalk, as the light turned emerald-green.

When the Tale is Told

And it appeared to all the world that she was dead.

Letters to Nobody: Why Do I Keep Doing That?

I stole you from Emily Dickinson.

Dandelions

In the patchwork grass / On the side of my yard / Fairies grow from the ground.

After the Storm XXIII: Far from Gone

The storm was over, but its traces were far from gone.

After the Storm Part XXII: Every Twirl of Air

I’ve scarcely lived yet, and I intend to do so.

After the Storm XXI: The Angry Eye of God

And as lightning scarred the sky, and thunder sounded all around, and rain pelted the earth, something impossible happened.

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