6:30, I wake my youngest son. He is still in bed, eyes closed, and under sheets; but his mind is alert and moving. “I’m writing a poem,” he tells me from his bed. “That’s awesome!” I respond. “I was writing it in my dream,” his eyes still closed. “I’ll leave […]
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SPELLBOUND
Practical magic: isn’t that what it was? Love and lust. Enchantment, captivation, spellbinding of another into fulfillment of one’s will—or giving of self to theirs. She felt it then in entrance to room, wind stir of blow through window’s open that danced the cream-toned drapes of window’s frame; pulse of light in mauve […]