First, destroy this pamphlet. Leave no trace, not even a scrap. Consumption is best, though for older models without interior storage, incineration will do.

When I got my license to travel through space-time, the first thing I planned to do was look up Robert Frost.

The white bear’s favorite color is green. I know this because the first thing it does every evening before dinner is thrust its warm, wet nose through the doors of the bureau and take my mother’s dress, my mother’s lucky green dress, in its teeth.

You’re woven together with threads that stretch back for centuries, fingers of your forefathers tugging and tweaking the shape of you into place.

Alt: Gif of Adam Driver making the OK hand gesture and sting Good Soup while seated at a diner. Taken from Girls

As I flirt with my planet and tickle its waters, / I wonder if— / —I will come back as a planet with my own color

Daughter was not born, / but emerged from the last fox's mouth / in the last forest of the world

Mother: “Where night is full of hungry mouths, / I lost my dream. I gave it to a coyote passing."

Mother: “Where night is full of hungry mouths, / I lost my dream. I gave it to a coyote passing."

When Lia exits the cafe, her iced coffee sweating against her hand, the umbrellas are sprouting all along the street.

The woods up in the hills outside Española were tinder dry the summer Ennis and my dad died. Tasting the air was like licking a fossilized bone—sucked all the water out of your mouth.

These women are the mermaids of Jeju, diving into the waves with only a thin cotton diving suit, goggles, and the strength of their breath.

Stone-sighted and gleaming, / the bones rattle / as you shake them

Any soup is a summer soup if you make it in July. Any thought can be magical if the right person is thinking it. But you know all this already. Just like you know any bone will break, splinter, and stab after it has been boiled; any tears worth their salt are worth saving; and

I was still rattly in my new skin when I ate the first one. He saw *it* lying there, and gave this cry like I had bitten his heart in two, so I did.

1. Start by chopping the onions. Best to get your crying finished, if you can.

I knew she had never worked in a kitchen before / no clue how to use a knife / after the new girl pulled ballgowns out of nutshells / and left the rest of us behind word got around

No one Links with dogs anymore / too mortal, too fragile, too soft

forever and a day, I sow / handfuls of starseed / all varieties / red giant, white dwarf

I ate The Hobbit once. I don’t mean I "devoured" it, although I was a voracious reader. I mean that I masticated, swallowed, and digested The Hobbit.

He’d been born a hare, he told me, but came to the mist-kissed coast where the magic flowed plentiful to become what he should have always been.

Yet at night under the fluorescent buzz of the back room lights, I missed that tantalizing flavor of mosquitoes, moths, and mayflies.

It is said said the poet Areio started a war in six strokes of her pen. That is not true: it was three.

Such tiny things, mice, the cat reflected. They live so little and they die so fast.

A harp made of bones, they say, will only ever play a single song. Haunting, my listeners called my melody, and beautiful.

In the autumn, we trek / Into the Red Grove / Where the little fox-fires grow.

A priest / of the Universe / began

When Little Red went out to the Grandmother’s house, no one asked if I thought it was safe, what with the girls vanishing in the woods these days.

they brought the girls / for trial / think of the thick / skirts the linen / fine as skin

The way to deal with the end of the universe is to walk. it. off.

When Jacqueline learned she would not meet Chevalière Violette Montagne until the final mêlée, she proclaimed, “Thank God.”

When Little Red went out to the Grandmother’s house, no one asked if I thought it was safe, what with the girls vanishing in the woods these days.

Alt: An open wooden door in a starry field. Through the door blue sky and clouds are visible.

Alt: Kermit the Frog Peeks from behind the stage curtain on the Muppet Show, and encourages folks to fill out the first reader form for Small Wonders.