Alone in the tower they cannot expect her to live for long. Throughout the day they will stop and press their ears against the stone wall that has replaced the tower's only door. They hear nothing but the faint scratching of her fingers against the other side. For hours the scratching could be heard. Then for days. Then for weeks ( Read more... )

in the spring of my body ( Read more... )

some of you may recognize this one. like some other stories yet to be posted, it's made an appearance in one of my older journals.

from Rabbit-heart Girl's Broken Dream Tonic

Every Boy has been the BeetleBeneath the black tree in the forest there is the part of the chimney that remained ( Read more... )

Novel Number Two:

Rabbit-heart Girl's Broken Dream Tonic
a cure-all collection of short stories for the prevention and treatment of broken or lost hearts, dreams, souls, spirits and the like.

penelopeEveryday for four days the branch bore fruit; glistening pear and ruby apple, citrine orange and apricot. everyday for four days ( Read more... )