The scaffolding from where treasures are stored and later forgotten.
Mar 19, 2011•3 min
She got them in Guatemala, and kept them next to her matryoshka dolls. At night, the worry dolls would dance and try to offer comfort to their counterparts.
Feb 12, 2010•2 min
Think of the opposite of erosion. Sand and swamp, to soil, rock, and clay, and finally vegetation and peaceful structure.
Feb 06, 2010•4 min
That church is always humming to itself a bit. It comes from deep inside the walls. But you can only really hear it after the congregants all leave.
Jun 23, 2009•3 min
It was a young planet, taken too quickly.
Jun 10, 2009•4 min
Something horrible happened the night before. Can the meadow not acknowledge that? Sometimes when morning breaks, there is a rudeness to the peace.
Jun 02, 2009•2 min
The rush of the storm has passed. The only things that got washed away were those things you can do without.
Jan 31, 2009•3 min
Some kind of storm is coming. You have to tie down everything that is loose. Because you don't know what will happen. Something. Might as well tie yourself down, too. Then just wait.
Jan 25, 2009•2 min
Sometimes we get pulled apart slowly. We might not notice it at first.
Apr 24, 2008•4 min
The kingdom was mighty. Great gates, wide courtyards, and deadly intrigue... but falling into disrepair.
Mar 30, 2008•4 min
Rusted metal and twisted gears, but still kinda cheery - he limps around the junkyard helping other contraptions to better themselves.
Mar 05, 2008•2 min
A dark bird is flying, testing the cold air just before spring. Some life might emerge from the still-frozen ground, but it might be too early to survive.
Mar 01, 2008•2 min
There is a stillness after destruction that is peaceful and stunning.
Feb 28, 2008•3 min
Start with a loose tangle. Find two ends, and start pulling them in opposite directions. Make them want different things. Force through the tangle, fight against it. Turn it into a knot, make it harder, as hard as metal. Then remember, how could metal ever become a knot? To untangle, remember where it started. With softness.
Nov 24, 2007•2 min
It's a strange structure, new. She moves around it tentatively, slowly assembling the pieces in her understanding and movements. It's a careful embrace, but ultimately whole and secure.
Oct 31, 2007•3 min
She's there to protect the spring and the lake. She moves smoothly, gracefully, arranges the moss and lilypads just so, makes sure the moonlight glints at the right angle, keeps the water clear. The problem is, she got knocked up. And her daughter, who just hit the terrible twos, is running around trying to "help".
Oct 10, 2007•2 min
I'm trying to drive this car, but it doesn't steer, it has no brakes, and the doors don't even open. There are wrecks all around me, cars and trucks turned upside-down, but none of them appear damaged. The traffic rules don't make any sense. And just when I think I'm getting somewhere, this giant toddler reaches down and grabs me.
Oct 02, 2007•2 min
It had a good run, but it'll probably turn into a swamp soon.
Sep 29, 2007•3 min
It's Monday night. Sunday's service went well. But it's halfway through rehearsal, the break was too short, shoulders are slumped, people are leaning back in their chairs. The sopranos are giggling about something unholy. Time to focus for one more runthrough.
Sep 26, 2007•3 min
We had to hack through the brush to get there. It wasn't mist that hid it, just miles of desolation and occasional thickets.
Sep 22, 2007•2 min
He needs no food and is not rooted to a spot. But he also has no place to go, and cannot enjoy the warmth of the sun or the touch of a stranger. The world's beauty is only an apparition to him.
Jun 17, 2007•3 min
He's clumsy - graceless with his flying, always spilling things. Takes some wrong turns. Sometimes he just makes a real mess of things. It probably frustrates him that he'll never live up to his sister.
Jun 05, 2007•1 min
The kids are stuck inside, waiting out the rain. But the merry-go-round slowly moves as the puddles grow.
May 31, 2007•2 min
You've forgotten something. It's important. It's about yourself. It's buried in yourself, and you've forgotten. But you'll be reminded. You'll hear hints of it from time to time. You'll hear more when you're ready. You'll remember when you're ready.
May 27, 2007•2 min
Tommy and I keep trying to sneak up on the swamp monsters. We have to be really careful because they're sleeping. We have to be quiet. But Chrissy keeps asking us questions! We didn't want to bring her along, she keeps ruining everything!
May 23, 2007•2 min
It was over two tons. The pastor worried it was too big. It moved slowly through the air, helped by cables and the crane. It was impossible. But then it fit.
Apr 01, 2007•2 min
She owns it herself. Sometimes she feels a little out of her element, but it's still hers. It rocks her gently. And sometimes it's a little intense. But it's hers.
Mar 10, 2007•3 min
It is night. It had rained. You're leaving, and it doesn't matter what comes next.
Dec 02, 2006•3 min
The second chance, bestowed to those that don't expect it and don't realize they deserve it.
Aug 19, 2006•3 min
It starts with a gathering. Healthy ideals. A gentle church is formed, and it grows - hopefully not too quickly.
Aug 18, 2006•3 min
