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A Thousand Invisible Threads
There are ways to disappearwithout ever leaving a room. Not suddenly—that would be too easy to name. But softly. The way a spider crosses the night,leaving behind somethingso fineit catches only when the lightfalls a certain way. At first,there is almost nothing. A glance held half a second too long.Warmth disappearing from a room.A question…
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The Leopard Enters the Circle
A leopard came upon a circlejust as another leopard was leaving. They passed without speaking— one disappearing into the old road,the other stepping softlyinto what came next. Inside, a green riverslipped over milk-white stones. The leopard drank. The water tasted of rain,root, mineral and mountain— cold enough to make her whiskers tremble. She followed it.…
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The Octopus and the Poppy The Octopus lived in a house in the blue,With windows of abalone,And eight little chairs and a lavender stairAnd a garden of anemone. The Poppy lived on the hill above,Where the warm west wind blew free,In a tangerine gown and a small gold crown,Looking out at the marvelous sea. “Oh,…
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Protect Wonder
Excerpt from the journals of Baba Yaga, the Wise If ever you lose your way, do not search firstfor the path. Search for your wonder. The path has been waitingfor you all along. When I was youngerI believed the forestneeded protectingfrom wolves. I was wrong. The wolves were neverthe greatest danger. It was certainty. Certainty…
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To Be Witnessed
There was a timewhen I believed lovewas measuredby what it could endure. How long it stayed. How much it forgave. How quietlyit carried disappointmentwithout letting the neighbors hear. I mistook survivalfor devotion. I mistook silencefor peace. I mistook my own shrinkingfor generosity. The world applauded. How lucky, they said. How committed. How strong. No one…
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Baba Yaga Celebrates the Absent
A child came to Baba Yaga carrying a calendar. Every date was circled. Every circle held the name of someone she loved. “My heart does not know what to do,” she confessed.“When they are gone…or when oceans lie between us…their birthdays ache.” The old witch stirred her tea with a cedar twig. “Of course they…
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Baba Yaga Tells the Tale of Rhiannon
The children found Baba Yaga sitting on a fallen oak, her crooked hut resting on chicken legs beside a silver lake. Ravens perched upon her roof. A kettle simmered over the fire, smelling of cedar, rosemary, and rain. “Today,” said the old witch, stirring her pot with a branch of rowan, “I will tell you…
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Baba Yaga Never Chased the Spiral
They found mesplitting cedarwhere the sea fogchewed at the rootsof the old forest. The air smelledof smoke,salt,and mushroomspushing upthrough last year’s leaves. “Baba,” they said,“teach us the spiral. Teach ushow to become.” The axe stopped. A raven laughed. Even my little houseturned one chicken footas if it had heardthis questionfar too many times. “The spiral?”…
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Baba Yaga and the Golden Key
Long before the first fairy learned to fly,before the first wolf learned to howl,and before children knew how to ask “Why?”,there was said to be a Golden Key. Some believed it opened a treasure chest. Some believed it unlocked a castle. Others searched the tops of mountains,the bottoms of oceans,and the oldest libraries in the…
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