Funny, I never thought about seconds, minutes, and hours before. And now I only think of them because of their irrelevance. Did we construct these structures, these ideals of the passing of time in increments to account for something? The lack of something? I knew you a second and I knew you. I’ve known you […]

john norris wood

“All roads lead to here,” he said as he pressed his hands to his heart. “All roads lead to hear,” she said as she pressed her hands to her ears. He smiled, not unlike a day lily slowly unfolding to the sun’s gentle morning caresses of warmth, and she thought of spring. It wasn’t spring, […]

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 […]

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