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She's ready for her walk.

Series: Petro

Public Notice

Residents are advised not to store their doubts alongside their convictions.

The containers are clearly labelled.

The contents rarely are.

Series: Ceremuse

Wisdom

knows the difference

between waiting

and doing nothing.

The Briarheart holds a special thought,

too dangerous to reveal,

bound safely in its bramble cage

with thorn and root for seal.

She watches and protects the heart

as if it were her prize,

but whispers sonnets at the thorns

when troubled dreams arise.

Series: Dark Garden / Gardens of Too Many Ideas

There are few things

more inconvenient

than a flamboyant itch.

Series: More Moire

Many sought his blessing.

Nobody left.

Series: Old Gods

The Horizon Sphere appears several times each year.

Its arrival is difficult to predict.

People often stop what they are doing and watch.

The sphere serves no practical purpose.

Nobody agrees on whether it is approaching or leaving.

Many residents find this reassuring.

Series: Ceremuse

“There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind.”
— C.S. Lewis

Series: Optimism

The age of cats had begun.

Up from the painted ground

A Flower Found Its Flow

And said something to the sky

that made it swirl and glow.

The mountains didn't listen,

they didn't want to know.

Series: Because I Like Flowers

The Bi-Sickle Dragon once had four feet,

before a thought merchant meddled.

The thought took root.

Two feet fell off.

So the dragon just sighed and pedalled.

He says that thoughts are dangerous things

when thinkers fail to weed.

Though secretly I suspect he likes

that extra bit of speed.

Should you become lost during heavy fog, look for crows.

Most know the way home.

Please note that crows are under no obligation to guide you.

Particularly if they believe you would benefit from remaining lost.

Series: Ceremuse

Dark Irises Wait Patiently,

beneath a crimson painted sky.

Watching their final sunset,

without a worry or a why.

Series: Because I Like Flowers

They gathered hoping to play fetch.

Series: Petro

A point of view

requires thoughts,

memories, color, and

most importantly,

good lighting.

Series: More Moire

Jenny Too-Many had too many thoughts,

They cluttered the room where she sat.

She’d brooded a thousand idea-eggs,

And ten thousand more after that.

Some grew into flowers.

Some grew into birds.

Some grew inconveniently wise.

Yet Jenny had troubles no idea could cure,

No wonder could kindle surprise.

The Parcel Bird watched from the arm of the couch

While her fresh little notions were hatched.

It warbled them neatly from egg into world,

With a skill that no thinker had matched.

Around her lay relics of marvels discarded,

Their astonishment died long ago.

Ideas that had sacrificed all of their flesh

For the moment's delight they'd bestow.

Jenny glanced over each one in turn

And merely sank into a sigh.

She preferred to sit silent and bored on the couch,

Than to force her mood into a lie.

As a Too-Many she lived up to her name,

And knew every wonder by view.

The Gardens provided a plethora of thoughts.

But she needed something new.

Series: Lyrical Garden / Gardens Of Too Many Ideas

The Flowers Dry Her Eyes,

filled with tears of doom.

It helps to keep them healthy,

and crowned with vibrant bloom.

Series: Because I Like Flowers

Visitors are advised not to become alarmed during periods of heavy balloon activity.

The spheres are generally harmless and will drift away once conditions improve.

Should a sphere begin following you, please remain calm.

You have probably been thinking about something for too long.

The God of Take Baths, Not War

His followers were rarely victorious.

But they were exceptionally clean.