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I turn and toss, no reason nor rhymes. This ain’t home, but then, I’ve dozed in buses. Colors, rhythms, patterns and smells, warp in and out of sense. Trippy, strippy – this is all at once. Oh, am I that girl with golden locks? Or the princess who felt a pea, twenty mattresses across? * […]

the shoe doesn’t fit

“oh no, fairy Godmother! How did this happen?” Cinderella whined. Her attempt at masking her disappointment failed. “I’m so sorry. So-so sorry. Cinders, I mean, Cindy dear, I want to know too.” She  tinkered with the third point of her 5-pointed star. From the left. “Ouch” The star’s poke didn’t bother her. She started counting […]