Tag: Haven

Haven – High Noon

Perhaps all of us are swans going into the oven, and coming out turtles. – Brasspenny Returning from a conversation with Mouthsong at her home south of town, the groups snaps out of a sun fugue at the edge of the bridge over the Sludgewater. There was a tall, strong boy in an enormous and…


Haven – Sunrise

Events are interpreted through the storyteller’s glassy and sarcastic gaze, and the spirit more than individual events are striven to be represented The grassy plains around Haven are hot and flat. The grass rolls away from the town, unimpressed even with the inappropriately beautiful bridges spanning the river that someone in the group nicknamed ‘the…