Respect for the (Usually) Utterly Unremarkable Iris My iris blossoms are dying off now.  They only last a few weeks at the early start of Ju...

 To Ink Wildly or Pen Purposefully I get it. Just as a bonsai requires pruning for its branches to trace dendritic refinement in the air, wr...

What Are You Going To Wear?  Dear Mortal, You are cordially invited to the Spring Faerie Gala. Please come in appropriate adornment. Siderea...

Childhood Memories of Searcher and Stallion So for May’s addition to my Artweaver herd of equines, I wanted to scribble something sort of te...

 Speculative Stories for Your Consternation and Delight The girl entered the visitor’s lounge with both hands balled tightly against her sid...

Maybe I was used to seeing my mom only one way— ~*~ As Mother’s Day was this past Sunday, I thought I’d share one of my favorite poems I’ve ...

 Emily's Nobodies ~*~ This is what happens when I have a terrible cold. Enjoy a silly fever dream:  The eerie aptness of Emily Dickinson...