Notes.

When Socrates Heard the Story of Job

 

For Jonah

 

In the long room hard by a street of marble cutters

they have taken turns submerged in a large pithos of greasy water,

and line the wet benches naked and gritty with fine dust

from the stonecutters’ work.

Humidity is flavored with cypress and sweetgum

and voices rise and fall between the excitement of dice.

Just beyond the offing dark and moonlit

the holy sails glide home from Delos.

So much for his defense when they return.

He has seen the cistern in a further room

full of terracotta shards still wet with hemlock,

and more than once has tried overhearing from his own bed

the sounds one makes from having sipped their death.

He is ashamed to have listened with so much attention,

and sorry, too, for the sense of comfort he’s found

in the relative quiet, almost casual talk

before the breaking of the clay cup.

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Redwood Story Part Two (Excerpt)

Hi all. School is fast approaching, and I’ve been trying to squeeze in more work before the real work starts.
This is the second chapter of my work-in-progress, tentatively titled Constellation of Giants, or A Tall Tale. I polished this one up a bit so I’d have something to post.
The story is part satire, part fairy tale, very much in the vein of Animal Farm, except with trees instead of animals, and capitalism instead of socialism. If you have any thoughts or comments, I’d love to hear them, and if you’d like to read the first chapter, click here. Thanks for reading!

Constellation of Giants

Chapter Two

There are three things valued above all else by any right-minded tree: a plot of rich soil, enough water for one’s roots, and an open sky above. Such things are not given freely, but must be earned through hard work, perseverance, and ingenuity. From the moment the radicle emerges from its seed, it’s in constant conflict. This is especially true in old-growth forests, where the floor itself is often lost in dense thickets of ferns and bushes, in caked duff and detritus. Out of the hundred thousand seeds shed each year, and uncountable pollen, the percentage of trees that successfully grow beyond the first three years is, remarkably, less than one.

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Redwood Story (Excerpt)

Hi all.  I thought I would post the first chapter to a story I’ve been working on for awhile now, so I could keep up with my blog.
It’s part satire, part fairy tale, very much in the vein of Animal Farm, except with plants instead of animals. It takes place in the Redwood Forests of California. The working title is Constellation of Giants. If you have any thoughts or opinions, I’d love to hear them. Thanks!

Constellation of Giants

Chapter One

The inhabitants of Bretton Woods had watched the river diminish in the midst of a long drought. Not only could they see the waterline sink year after year, baring the smooth rocks of its bed, but they could also feel it receding from their roots. They had spread their runners to the edges of the bank, but it was clear that things were not going to get better anytime soon.

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