Wonderlost

Bare, revisited

Fire, small and mean, spits at me, its red darting flames just like my daughter’s tongue when it protrudes from her mouth to scorn me. I scowl back. Fistfuls of smoke pour over the cauldron; howling winds grab the steam and fling it out on the high prairie beyond the grove of trees encircling me. […]

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Weave

When I first saw my daughter she was loud and bald. We stared at her bright red angel-kissed nose and her rosebud lips and her tiny earlobes and her wrinkly, hairless noggin. I wasn’t certain but secretly considered that her toothless gums seemed to magnify the lack of tresses. They seemed a sure pair like two stooges in […]

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