this is a wing. it was woven on Wednesdays. we wore it when Whim woke us early for Wren’s Ways. this is a moon. it was molded on Mondays. my grandmother made it to manage the sun’s maze. these are the gifts…
Whim the Weedwise teaches, “follow your first name, the one was never given you, the one before the game. (she means the game of yes and no, of black and white; the game of here and there, and now and then, and…
we meet them as hunters holding emeralds and limes; they come on as olives, as myrtles and pines; we name Kelly and Harlequin, hang mosses with jade; from Irel_and army to celadon sea, so onwords is our forest made. in the name…