🔔🎄 Bells 🎄🔔

The village was tucking in for a winter’s night sleep, yet still windows glowed with Christmas Eve candles burning, and … More

☁️📝☁️ The Boohoohooing of the Poet ☁️📝☁️

High in his tower, the poet stood by the window. The sky was grey. There would be no stars tonight. … More

The large pumpkin-headed man showed off his new black shirt and green trousers to his yellow gourd-headed friend. The shirt … More

There were pumpkin babies wiggling in their nest of vines, in their September fields, in the harvest afternoon. ‘Hey, Petey,’ … More

The doors of the royal chamber creaked open and out rolled the crown of the king. The bedazzled coronet came … More

‘Oh, I’m at home in these woods,’ she sang, twirling through the last leaf greens, the new yellows, the old … More

‘Her hair is spindly as threads of dark ocean waves,’ Bodo told the new servant, who grunted, nodded, and dug … More

The smell of gunpowder makes its way into my nose. God. You’d think a cop wouldn’t mind the smell. Might … More

The early morning stirs its way into the dawn’s dark sky. And the evening moon, which became the night moon, … More

A colossal pumpkin in my arms, I stumbled into the house. Kicking toy cars, small, discarded shoes out of my path. … More