Dolly ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ•ฏ

Iโ€™d buy you a Babushka doll, my heart,and brush your ash-blonde hair until it gleams,were Russia and our land not laid apartby ocean so much deeper than it seems. I have an oval pin, though — glossy lacquerhand-made in Moscow, after glasnost came,with fine, deft roses on a background blackerperhaps, than historyโ€™s collective shame. Iโ€™ve […]

Rose ๐ŸŒน

I went to gather roses and twine them in a ring, For I would make a posy, a posy for the King. I got an hundred roses, the loveliest there be, From the white rose vine and the pink rose bush and from the red rose tree. But when I took my posy and laid […]