“Do flowers mourn?” --Linda Pastan, Traveling Light Outside your castle I get lost: purple coneflowers, the pop of black-eyed Susans, cup...

Pure as a doe, A perfect repayment of Her father’s debt– Belle found herself In the castle of the man, Creature, They call the Beast. The...

Jack headed back to his home beneath the clouds, gleeful with the looted treasures and the feat of having felled a giant, who was lying...

Picture me when I get too old to chase you down. On stiff legs with frightful hair and missing teeth, I totter out onto the front stoop,...

Mirror. Mirror. On the– Arterial spray stained lips red, Hair once red, now black as ebony, Skin once fair and pale, now cold as death...

This is the end. My broom has been into every corner Between each crack and crevice I have swept the old year clean away I have spun...

The princess hurried through the deep, dark forest. Wolves howled in the distance. A flock of finches, nesting in the branches of large...

The first one resembled a morsel of dirt. She spotted it on a dead leaf beneath a dense canopy. Upon closer inspection, she thought it...

And when the baker had plastered his feet, the wolf ran to the miller. "Miller," said he, "strew me some white meal over my paws." But...

In the far reaches of an old storybook, there lived a princess who resented the charge of her crown. Her burden was heavy and her riches...