The Rose Garden

The Rose Garden Early Childhood Center. Bookplate.

Neither here nor there.

At the mouth of Purgatorio stands Queen Rat. Give her a bow and your shoes. Climb on her back and ride the whorls of her tail until she parts you from your senses and pitches you. And then stand in line, barefoot, wordless and without memory, until tea is served.

More.

Hair on the A string.

(cont.)

Put your money where your mouse is.

Hide and Peek.

The first of the Horde. Figured I'd do a little spring cleaning and start airing out the bestiary. Sweep out the old straw, dump the pellets, straighten the spools that serve as chairs. Mice are hoarders and it's dirty work, but nothing compared to the recent business of clearing the Hertel Side. There will be chaff in my hair and dust in my teeth for damn days.

Take Two.

Buffalo re-use in Amherst, NH. A multipurpose pic.

Aubergine.

All Wild Woods touch at some point.

Psyche amidst the brambles.

Possessive owners. Crabbed thickets. Questing sons of minor gods. Teary eyed maidens with dull shears. Flaking skin conditions.

They were rumored to eat human flesh, but if I was a golden fleeced sheep, I'd be hot-tempered too.