Dangerous Compassions

all amaranth, all the time

Woe betide the human who doth love me, made to pose with amaranth, till death by vibrant sidewalk flower. Yeah, where did that come from.  A previous century, I guess.  All amaranth, all the time.  Is it overwhelmingly beautiful, or is it just me? “Would you kneel down right there?  That’s a bend, not a… Read More »