Thursday, June 30, 2011

#9 - At Sea


They were far adrift and desperate.

The food had run out, but the wind was high.

To the great relief and enjoyment of his companion, Bofum inflated himself.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

#8 - The Sleeping Bunny



The bunny was feeling sick, she wasn't even hungry.

She went to bed early and fell straight to sleep with a fever.

I hoped very much she would feel better the next morning.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

#7 - The Sveater


The sveater was full of holes and hung forgotten in the closet alone like a jilted lover left to cry on a rainy street or a flea carcass clinging to a single hair long after the passing of its life-force; a tiny speck on the face of a world lost somewhere in the universe.

It had belonged to a poet and been the subject of many an ode or sonnet.

Monday, June 27, 2011

#6 - The Tactful Foot



The foot kept its mouth shut.

It never spoke out of turn or too loudly.

Even in the worst of situations, it maintained a bright, tasteful level of decorum.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

#5 - Drain

There was a tiny wise man in my drain yesterday morning.

He looked at me very seriously and said: "Without expectation, beauty shines from each and every thing; each and every action; each and every feeling in its simplicity and responsibility for itself alone."

I was forced to flush him away when I turned on the water to wash my hands.

Video - "Bread"

This was made a long time ago.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

#4 - The Cucumber Boy


He popped off the vine one day and began to speak.

He told everyone, "My name is Bonbo, I'm the cucumber boy!"

They believed him, and many years later gathered around him as he lay dying.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

#3 - The Possum

He lay in bed.

The numbers on the clock glowed red, "4:32".

It was out there, somewhere, waiting in the darkness until sleep forced his cloudy eyes to close.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

#2 - Microwave

Math homework lay unfinished on the table.

The food in the microwave was still lukewarm.

The late evening sun drew shadows across the valleys left in the couch by their absent buttocks.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

#1 - On Pip-Beards




He came to me in a dream.

"You look a little like someone I've seen before, but your beard is longer." I said.

"This is what's called a 'pip-beard,'" he exclaimed gleefully, "It's short on the left and then 'pips' to the right!"