Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time I read fairy tales. Once upon a time I read a slightly subversive Victorian lady fairy tale to a virtual audience of about ten. We were all in little digital Zoom boxes, but outside of the boxes we were inside of homes.

Blue Gray Rose Gold Wine

I was offered two goblets. I chose the smaller, luminous one.

The Year That Could Not Be Written

This has been a year that does not want to be written. Out loud.

I had an essay in progress about the way my son was navigating loneliness but decided it was too private.

And then, fire.

Still Life, Turning Planet

A blog by Amy Elizabeth Robinson • Scholar. Poet. Editor.

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Once Upon a Time

Blue Gray Rose Gold Wine

The Year That Could Not Be Written