An Ode to the Hare
I am the hare. And I have lived in a world that tells me the right way to work is as the tortoise, and it’s a box I have tried to fit myself in for most of my life.
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Original creations by Kathryn Thornwood
Sea of Lights
She realized then, through a fog of her own despair for the future, that in that sea of light were worriers and dreamers and moms and daughters, security guards and poets and baristas and programmers.
Take My Hand
“I told you,” the figure says. Nemesis. His nemesis. The villain. They’re supposed to lose, supposed to be wrong, supposed to—Comet doesn’t know anymore. “This was always your end. Always the way you were going to end. I just had not imagined that it would be via my hand.”
The Ivy Window
I hate him for that night, because his lips turned my gray world to color for the first time. His hands and touch were why the women paraded in front of me never appealed.
The Stag
"I will help you." I don't promise to save the voice. They sound so small and so afraid. I do not have healing herbs nor magic like Mama. All I have is myself; I hope that's enough.