cold feet

Rain came like a stranger in the night, rapping on the roof, the windows, seeping in the cracks—damp and sullenly soaking. Waking up was like waking into a dream. Greens, vibrant and varying against the grey, the world in Technicolor after the dry rasp of summer. I spent the better part of the morning sipping […]

Today I was instructed to trim the stamens of the the lillies at work. If I don’t, the pollen gets everywhere, sticks to the clothes, leaves traces on the carpet– it is impossible to remove once rubbed into a surface. You’ve affected me much like a lily; pollenated my mind. I cut each stamen into […]

Twenty-eight years of drought, and by god! I’m blooming! They call it the well-spring of youth– but I’ve found my well dry, until now. The facets of your mind found the faucet of mine, and I’m flooding with feels. *painting: Nature at Dawn by Max Ernst

"Argus" by Salvador Dali

There was a red beetle in the bathtub. It looked like a little drop of blood, making its ascent upward—defying gravitational laws—and I can’t remember when I pricked my finger on a thorn touching a thing of such beauty before. The tear-drop of crimson looked tidy and neat against the porcelain and I stood there […]

It was a city of strip malls and strip mining. The landscape, lazy rolling hills and flat stretches of corn, tobacco, soy beans. Identical brick houses with white columns and decorative shutters dotted the scene every mile or so. Closer to town the houses stood in stifling order,  lined up like an image in a […]

unraveled

There were two mailmen who delivered to the shop. A coin toss. Friendly and unfriendly. The friendly one had a long blonde ponytail. You could tell how he set the mail on the counter he took pride in his work. I wondered if he counted his steps between businesses, thought of his breathing in a […]

beth hoeckel

There was a complacent sense of agency in doing the dishes by hand. One had only to turn the tap to a reasonable temperature, reach for the soap and a sponge and exist in the moment. Doing the dishes, much like doing the ironing, allowed one to see (unlike so many things in life) the […]

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