Eliza the Elephant was a strong and personable friend to many but she has one problem. She was forgetful. Being forgetful is not a good trait for elephants. Not only was Eliza ridiculed by many, especially the hyenas, for it, she also struggled in school….

How do I describe you Innocently blue Like song and sadness you do swoon Jaded in time They call you black when you’re blue-green Iridescent cerulean-teal sheen A corvid by any other name You and other birds are not the same You and your brethren…

Why is my crown so garish, With spikes and thorns and so, My face rotting and disintegrating, My eyes the colour of blood. Why am I dressed in capes, And long gowns kissing the floor, The grey faded and old, A rusty scythe in my…

she curls in, possessive of my love – a contraction of sloppy kisses and tender paws.       **hour 11 written off-site, just now back at my computer to post

There is a coursing wave throughout the fine parts of my frame, where the fish schools come to investigate the mystery of my death. They don’t make much of it anymore–they are used to the sight of rotted bones after millennia of foreign beings crashing…