Search Results for: Carrie Weinberger

You lumbered into the yard one day, with a lazy sway of your clock-pendulum tail, your great ruffled ears the shape of the continent of Africa, idly fanning the summer air, flicking off the ticklish feet of butterflies. I...

Our hair tameless as tumbleweeds, we hurtled into canyons, and stood to pedal on bikes bought big for growing into. Boys had more fun it seemed, and so we shunned our dolls for dusty shoes and scabby knees. We smelled of sage,...

The sky shouted and the rose replied, unfolding early in the cold. “Hold back!” I would have said, instead, I saw your ruffling hair, your pause, wayless as a Cavalier without his king, turning a biddable ear to hear...