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Sunday, July 27, 2008

Excerpt from Vashti: A Song for Sepharad

The child grew with the passing of the seasons, and as her humors formed, it was declared that one did not know what to make of her. She was like a mountain wildflower that grew out of rocky windblown earth, and it was partly because of this stubborn hardiness, this passion to live, that she was... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Excerpt from Vashti: A Song for Sepharad

For days, none of the kumpaniya washed, shaved, or combed their hair, out of mourning for their fallen family members. All jars or casks were emptied of water, so that the roaming ghosts would not settle into them, and all mirrors were covered with a dark cloth. No one was allowed to speak their... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

An Excerpt from Vashti: A Song for Sepharad

No one truly realized how much Rajne’s abandonment had affected her, and as the weeks passed, even those same women who had peered up at the moon with foreboding soon forgot their fear, and tended to their daily chores as before. Yet even as the child grew (Rajne had yet to give the baby a name... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Excerpt from Vashti: A Song for Sepharad

Prologue The girl was giving birth in a goat hair tent. The midwives and attendants had removed her head coverings, her bracelet of braided gold and silver. They had loosened all the knots and ties in her clothing. As they watched her writhe and moan to the rhythm of her pain, one of them glanced... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Prime Eva

As I lay down on my pallet of sheepskin, my eyelids refused to close. The stillness of the dark had never frightened me before, but tonight the shadows that surrounded me appeared to take shape and substance. It was an unsettling feeling, as if ten thousand small fingers were about to touch me, just... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, June 2, 2008

Prime Eva

From my earliest days, I was seeking knowledge under every stone, in every blade of grass. My mother, who cared for me as a child, taught me that trees have spirits, and would often sit with me, breathing in the smell of the moist earth and sun-warmed tree bark. She taught me when to plant and when... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, May 30, 2008

Prime Eva

Many of you think that you know my story. Perhaps you were taught, like many other children, that I was nothing more than a baby killer, a succubus, even a demon. You slept warmly cradled in the arms of your mothers, while they fed these vile lies to you with the very milk that seeped from their... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Donkey Eats His Words

The next morning, Donkey tried to bake the cake for Sheep, even though he had never baked one before and really only knew how to make bread. He kept having to taste it as he made it, and in the end he forgot several ingredients, but sugar was not one of them. He fell asleep underneath his kitchen... Sign in to see full entry.

Donkey Eats His Words

In the morning, Pony saw Donkey coming out of his house, and ran toward him. “You lied to me! You told me the flies would go away if I stood in the lake, and I stayed there all day until night came, and when I got out of the water, they settled right back on me again!” Pony yelled angrily. Donkey... Sign in to see full entry.

Donkey Eats His Words

Donkey Eats His Words One fine summer morning, Little Horse was chewing on some sweet grass in the middle of a meadow full of fragrant bluebells and sunny faced daisies. As he was enjoying his meal, some flies began to buzz around his mane, and some even danced behind his tail. Little Horse swished... Sign in to see full entry.

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