Expanded Field
November in Alkmaar
There are patches of silver scales on Maaike’s skin and grains of sand in her auburn hair. She pulls down the sleeves of her sweater to hide the scales, and shakes out the sand from her curls, the golden specks shimmering as they fall to the floor.
The Quilt Maker
needles, pins, scissors
she gathers the outgrown, the too often mended
cuts apart the once whole
searches out greens, lavenders of distance