Love You Teddy by Leanne LindsayThe Weight of Softness
I keep a small, velvet ribbon in the back of my desk drawer, frayed at the edges and smelling faintly of cedar. It once belonged to a doll I carried everywhere until the stuffing began to leak and the button eyes grew loose. To hold that ribbon…
A Smile by Leanne LindsayThe Weight of a Mask
I keep a small, wooden marionette in the bottom drawer of my desk, its strings tangled like the veins of a tired hand. It belonged to a street performer who once stood on the corner of my childhood square, a man who wore a painted grin that…
Rose Petal Jam by Larisa SferleThe Sweetness of Stolen Time
Dear reader, I have been thinking about the things we preserve. We spend so much of our lives trying to trap moments in jars, hoping that if we boil them down long enough, the sweetness will stay trapped in the glass long after the season has…