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The Robe

Our father is a woodcutter driven to drink, and when he drinks he likes to talk.

Garden

Now that night she said we had to go dancing, but first we had to put on dresses.

Coven

We chant around the grill in our backyard every Friday the 13th to scare the neighbors who told the Homeowners’ Association our violet paint job was garish.

Magenta

Once lived a woman wrapped in a magenta skin so brilliant she glowed, but the story doesn’t start like that.

The Seed and The Stone

The Arbor tells us stories of a time before, when all the dead were kept in orchards that rolled endlessly, and had always been there, and people tended to them constantly in gratitude and respect for their ancestors.