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In Wales, they say you should water gardens with blood if you want to see a truly spectacular garden. That's why all the famous faery gardens are so full of abundance - the Island of Shalott, and the Isle of Avalon, where willow and apple trees grow in profusion. Whether the faery gardens are real... Continue Reading →
It was smaller than I imagined. In my mind, I had conceived it as this enormous barrier, unyielding and reaching for the sky. But it was not like that at all. It was not some last proud warrior of its people, standing in defiance against the centuries and the wars waged before it. It was... Continue Reading →
It happens this way, sometimes. A cold afternoon; an ominous evening wind. The door to the apartment swept open without hurry, and I turned. There was no one there. I checked the locks, then closed it. A few minutes passed. The twice-locked door crept open once more, soundlessly beckoning. My curiosity stirred. I turned to... Continue Reading →
The skies opened in the early evening. I was folding my laundry, neatly; domestically. You should never put a window in the laundry room. Unexpectedly you will have to choose: the great immensity of the wild outdoors; the calm clutter of your daily life. Tap, tap, tap. Raindrops like small pebbles on the glass; calling... Continue Reading →
It is morning, the sun unfolding upon me as I push back the heavy drapes. I explain my plans to replace them to my lover, half-drowsing; I don’t know if he hears, both of us tangled together, lovingly sleepy. It doesn’t matter. Serenity, as our spirits slowly un-entwine; serenity, as we regain our Selves beneath... Continue Reading →
It rained last week. The promise of fresh grass and damp soil opened the window of my small dorm with expectant zeal. But the only scent that met me was wet, stained tarmac, and the city’s heavy, waterlogged smoke. It is hard to move the body when it is depressed. Limbs that are usually eager... Continue Reading →
Shelley J. Reece 