Icelandic: you're going in the goat house looking for wool

A Czech equivalent to “you’re barking up the wrong tree” translates to “you’re weeping on the wrong grave.” A Portuguese version is “you’re knocking on the wrong door.” And my favourite Mandarin version is “you’re climbing a tree seeking fish”

#2742 Night walk

Dahlia in my garden finally decided to bloom 🌱

today we discuss marmalade sandwiches and the miracle of an orange buttondown.com/theswordandt...

Notable Sandwiches #112: Marmalade

Welcome back to Notable Sandwiches, the feature where I, led gently by my brilliant and long-suffering editor David Swanson, meander down the path of...

The universe is the dance, not the dancer, the old monk told the physicists. #poetry

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🍀 KISSA

Ship wakes me for a checkup. So many lightyears jumped, but this feels like yesterday. Again. All these numbered stars I will forget. Ship asks how I feel. 'Hm. Lackadaisical.' Ship asks did I dream. 'Oh, long ago.' When I knew stars by name, and they promised such tomorrows. #vss365#prompt

You are fantastic. You are a haunted craft room in a moss-draped castle. You are a reanimated skeleton playing their own ribs like a xylophone. You are a Victorian Halloween card featuring cats in witch hats. You are a grimoire written in autumn leaves.