Autumn N. Hall
Unlike the others, this one tips her shoe box from landscape to portrait. Avoiding the wolf-vulnerable straw and sticks, she carefully picks dried beans, moss, twigs. Meticulous, this little goddess, calling down the powers of pompoms and glue sticks to grow her miniature garden of flowers and trees. Crayoning a shadowy path, she directs all of creation to the tiny hotel liberated from the Monopoly Board, painstakingly painted white, and fastened nearest the sky.