‘My Fuchsia’ by Ruth Fainlight.

My fuchsia is a middle-aged woman who's had fourteen children, and though she could do it again, she's rather tired.   All through the summer, new blooms. I'm amazed. But the purple and crimson have paled. Some leaves are yellowed or withering.   These buds look weaker and smaller, like menopause babies. Yet still she's [...]

“Transformations” Fairytales by Anne Sexton

Red Riding Hood There among the roots and trunks with the mushrooms pulsing inside the moss he planned how to eat them both, the grandmother an old carrot and the child a sly budkin in a red red hood. He bade her to look at at the bloodroot, the small bunchberry and the dogtooth and [...]