Almost Like Clockwork

Steampunk Woman
Photo Credit: Kaizeru Deviant Art (08/11/2010)

The moon had traveled across the dark canvas of the sky,

Bursting plump and round as a pale white peach,

Pitted and waning to a sodden, softening half,

Slumping to a circlet that slouched on its backside,

Shrinking further still to the tiniest, driest sliver,

Until it finally

Winked out into nothing at all.

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Four and Twenty

cook carrying a blackbird pie, like the nursery rhyme

Source: “The Song of Sixpence” (1881), Walter Crane

The  Hunter’s moon rose high as Henry knelt, pulling the pie out of the oven. Dear Liza’d been sent, holey bucket in hand, to gather autumn leaves for decoration. For their 154th anniversary, he’d sworn to make the pie on his own, Continue reading

Birth From Death

Spooky MoonKaroline felt the ache in her back radiate around to her front, the pressure increasing. She breathed deeply, willing her belly to unclench. Thinking herself safe to hike alone, she’d fled her family, their sole skill for processing grief in quarreling.

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