A gentle whisper in fabric's weave, a soft shield on a peach's skin, the tender shroud of an old TV screen's static dream.

First letter is in knife and know, but not in never. The next three are what we hope our kids will do-a parent’s respite during the day. The last four are a way to carry things, sometimes a -lunch. Altogether, you have a larger version of the last four, but holding more.

I'm heard when fear makes lesser people flee, that others would condemn with mockery. A soldier shot to fame by cooking me, as did a sailor fond of greenery.

I can be used to build up walls, but also to bring them down. You can use me for alchemy or to spice up your life.

I’m a hollow of flesh where the warm winds hide, A sheltered nook where sharp scents bide. I sweat in silence, betray no sound, Yet one raised arm and I’m quickly found. I’m not a foot, though I can reek of sin. Name the place the odor lives in.