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Never Really the Bees 3 Aug 2013 | 09:04 pm
I'm rather a cheerful person as long as the minutes of my days buzz at home like well-domesticated bees. When I come and go too much I'm afraid that they may fly away to swarm elsewhere. I think there...
Doodleedoodleedoo, Boodlyboodlyboodly 27 Mar 2013 | 02:32 am
Krauss's influence has been so pervasive as to have become invisible: Contemporary readers take for granted that there have always been vital, spontaneous, loose-tongued children in children's books. ...
The Cold Breath of the Moon 9 Mar 2013 | 04:23 am
Snap! The cold breath of the moon froze the sweat on Gretel's neck. The dragon felt it, too, and turned. The moon snapped again. The dragon twisted. The moon wanted nothing to do with the dragon. Not ...
The Gift of the World to the Wanting 16 Jan 2013 | 05:41 am
"I want to live," the Sibyl said, and her voice rang rich and full. "I want to keep on living forever and watching heroes and fools and knights go up and down, into the world and out. I want to keep b...
Your Cool Bark (Look, the Spangles) 25 Dec 2012 | 02:42 am
little tree little silent Christmas tree you are so little you are more like a flower who found you in the green forest and were you very sorry to come away? see i will comfort you because you ...
The Strew of Salt and Oil (Buttermilk, Cornmeal) 24 Dec 2012 | 04:10 am
Because my grandmother made me the breakfast her mother made her, when I crack the eggs, pat the butter on the toast, and remember the bacon to cast iron, to fork, to plate, to tongue, my great grandm...
Butter, Ruts 14 Dec 2012 | 12:50 am
Now she came to a mountain where there were deep wagon ruts on either side of the path. “Will you look at that,” said Katelizabeth. “How they’ve worn down and torn up and squashed the poor earth. It’l...
Qualities of the Sea (On Authorship, Obstinacy, Observation) 9 Jul 2012 | 12:37 am
"You can lend me a little of that red lead," Moominpappa said. "I must paint a low-water mark on the rock before the sea starts to rise again. I really must keep a serious check on the level of the wa...
The Trouble With Whiskers (Blowy, Red) 2 Jul 2012 | 07:16 am
The plain truth was that Bunyip and his Uncle lived in a small house in a tree, and there was no room for the whiskers. What was worse, the whiskers were red, and they blew about in the wind, and Uncl...
The Sound of Bees (Buddons of Lightning, Bees on the Moon) 28 Apr 2012 | 02:48 am
"Don't you know the sound of bees?" he said. I had never heard bees, and could not know the sound of them. "Those are my lady's bees," he went on. I had heard that bees gather honey from the flowers. ...
