Eternal Life

Eternal LifeImagine It is your 173rd winter. Once, many decades ago when you were sick, a friend brought you a pomme d'amber as a healing charm. A thoughtful gift, you loved the sweet fragrance and marveled at how the fruit never molded. Your family prayed every day for your healing. Perhaps their prayers were answered. Perhaps the fragrant ball was infused with too much clove, which the traders' fantastical stories say the Egyptians used for embalming. Or

She pulls back the covers

Glastonbury Grove

please give them a listen

The littlest one wakes first

Bubeleh Later

He passes a giant taxidermized bear that looks poised to attack him

An extra shadow has been hanging over you for far too long

plain white gown and ushered into an open carriage

you have no idea

the edge of a thick forest encircled a small

You pinch yourself

crystallized in dew