Appendix Rose, Appendix Snow, Appendix Glass by Sarah Ann Winn

Fig. 425: 6’ spindle, wood. Blood encrusted, kept in a red plastic hazardous waste bag.

Fig. 427: A silver coin depicting a horse’s head in relief hanging from an etched gate. Flip for a reminder about turning back, about checking i.d..

Fig. 430: A walnut sized coverlet made from a pressed petal, twin mattress without twin. Someone pricked the edges to resemble stitching, monogrammed by marring a T into the petal before it dried.

Fig. 22: A shirt made of feathers, sized XL, but too tight in the bust for standard measure. Half-finished sleeve looks ready to unravel, looks a little ragged, looks like flight might be the stuff of dreams.

Fig. 29: Cedar wood box, containing dried gardenia petals, twenty seven fresh water pearls, irregularly shaped, and a folded note which reads Mother’s last words.

Fig. 227: Mountain composed of gypsum, brittle, left behind by a long-gone inland sea. Marred by hooves chipping off large chunks as they scrambled towards the top, and slid back. A geologist eventually won the heart of the witch whose hermitage was at its peak, not by surmounting, but by studying, a sort of supplicating suit, a common interest in examining the difficult, the brittle.

Fig. 229: Face of a compass whose ordinal directions point east of the sun, west of the moon, south of the wind, north of the upper mantle of earth. Hand painted porcelain, case and glass missing, hands unattached but intact.

Fig. 230: Hurricane lampshade, 8” tall. Difficult to extinguish, blown over into conflagration and left to burn in the wake of a great wind.

Sarah Ann Winn lives in Manassas, Virginia. Her work has appeared or will appear soon in Cider Press Review, Massachusetts Review, and RHINO, among others. Visit her at or follow her @blueaisling on Twitter.

What hidden thing would she like to find? “Having just listened to the amazing Neil Gaiman’s short story ‘Chivalry’ on the Selected Shorts podcast, I know the hassle and headaches finding something like the Holy Grail can bring. I’d settle for my grandma’s spoon ring, which I left in a computer lab long ago, and never was able to recover. It wasn’t magic, or even particularly beautiful, but I felt close to her when I wore it.”

ArtkAt Philbin is an artist based in Los Angeles, CA. She draws inspiration from fairy tales and personal mythologies to create her delicate illustrations with many, many tiny pen lines. See more of her artwork at

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