This is a tale told in twigs dropped by crows along a wildwood path . . .
Bark and dreams
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Tag Archives: Tales from The Garret
Moss Rose and her Sisters
This is a story told in ripples and eddies deep below old hills . . .
One river, two names
This is a tale told in fallen almond blossom on a salt-and-sweet river . . . Continue reading
Dispute Moon
This is a story spelled out in crow-dropped twigs along a path winding into a forest . . . Continue reading
Boundaries
This is a tale told in the shapes of licking flames, in whorls of smoke coiling in a stove . . .
Showtime
This is a story written in fallen sequins and scraps of dyed plumage on a sawdust floor . . .
Daydreaming
This is a tale told in the clawprints of a crow hopping on fresh morning snow . . . Continue reading
On the House
Stand still
This is a tale told in lichen-rusted cracks on a lone moorland stone . . . Continue reading
Dropping slow
This is a tale told by splashes dripping from stone fingers and echoes from a deep well . . .