Controlled burns
Yule poetics, part III
A day to myself (mostly, at least until 2:30pm when I head to the a nearby hospital for a postpartum visit) — baking nettle biscuits, the gingerbread cookies chilling in my freezer for 2 days finally making it to the oven, listening to Florence & the Machine, dreaming Winter alive, feeling that New Moon shedding. The solstice arrives this weekend, and w…
