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Katharyn Howd Machan Skulls When each flower opens it holds a tiny one: crow, perhaps, or mouse, or maybe even the jaws of a snake, its mottled smooth skin stolen. Tulips are famous for housing fairies–at least the ones that don’t steal children– but when winter goes on and on, they start to call for death. Mole cranium, bones of a rat, teeth of a sacred hare. Don’t look too close when snow is falling: you might find your own head there. Image by William Wolak |