Tag Archives: Laura Madeline Wiseman

The Weight of Fairies

Yesterday, I asked the fairies to sit on the kitchen scale that weighs our chicken in ounces, our squash in grams, our carrots for the curry I love to make in pounds. They won’t do it, won’t let me tear … Continue reading

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The Fairy Race

The fairies can’t afford a car so I buy them matchbox racers at the dollar store for our stockings. On Xmas we sip coffee, watching the fairy feeders. Even though they’ve been inside with me for weeks, they enter en … Continue reading

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Against Fairies

If I go with the fairies, I won’t get to go to yoga with you and hold the poses of warriors, the squats of a goddess, or fold myself into a lotus. You won’t hold my hand, sipping the complementary … Continue reading

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Fairy Fear

It’s true that I fear fairies. When they ask me to join them, I say we have to wash the walls. The window sills and curtains haven’t been tended to, and there’s this wedge of insulation eking from the attic … Continue reading

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The Work of Fairies

Like me, like the city’s unemployment rate of twenty percent, this year the fairies don’t have jobs. You leave for work and they enter en masse through the cat door to help me clean—like Cinderella, only they’re real fairies, not … Continue reading

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