In My Garden of Starlight

In My Garden of Starlight

Oh, my child, running from my garden, do you wonder at what you left behind? Oh, my child, now hiding from the darkness, wishing for a refuge, do you hear the whisper in your storm? Come back, my child— back into the garden, for between these walls, beneath my trees,...
A Farewell from Our Community Happiness Director

A Farewell from Our Community Happiness Director

KeePers, For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Sarah Spradlin. I’ve worn a couple hats these past four years at Kingdom Pen, first as a minute master for staff meetings (aka Secretary) before moving up to Community Happiness Director. Many of you...
What You Let Them Do

What You Let Them Do

I watch their ambling machines, and I hope you dance, I hope you surprise— people will tie strings to you if you let them; don’t let me tie strings to you. People will make a machine out of you, fine-tune the life out of you. Perfectionism is an illusion written by...
Potshards

Potshards

When I was younger, I collected potshard stories about a place where grown-ups lived. I wondered about it on summer days— feet had grass-tickled toes and mud-caked heels, fingers were perches for butterfly kisses, ears were homes for the angels’ laughter, eyes were...
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