Friends- on the eve of the election, a Very Appropriate letter to Obama. Written by two friends, joined by a third- one word at a time, taking turns choosing each word, one after the other. A fantastical collaboration, shot through with intuited/accidental genius.Dear Obama,Zoey likes meekness. However, I think it's just a ploy. When she … Continue reading Thank The Rift Valley
Author: carrot quinn
From The Vaults
A rhyming story about decomposition------------------------------------------Cup-Tin and the Old Woman------------------------------------------One day in the spring, when all things were growingour young friend, Cup-tin, in the forest was roamingshe whistled a tune as she walked through the moss,not caring at all that she had become lostAt length the trees opened and gave way to grassShe was thinking of … Continue reading From The Vaults
the INVISIBLE drum machine and the Selectric Piano
My friend Mark Dixon is a genius. For every genius you have heard about, there are a dozen geniuses hidden away in a quiet North Carolina town somewhere, and Mark Dixon is one of those.Mark Dixon built a drum machine. For years, Mark Dixon built a drum machine. Months, decades, centuries passed, and the drum … Continue reading the INVISIBLE drum machine and the Selectric Piano
I’m getting soft, y’all
Thanks to click clack gorilla for this
Asheville
I went to Asheville last weekend with Eli who’s a lawyer. She’s an anarchist, first, but wanted to do more good so she became a lawyer. Now she’s got major college loans to pay off and a job at a non-profit supporting prisoners who get assaulted by guards and forgotten in prison, doing time after … Continue reading Asheville
Adventures in the Piedmont- Making Acorn Flour
So Sam and I wanted to make Acorn flour, because doing things like that makes us feel tough. It turns out, making acorn flour is hard. That’s proly why most people don’t do it. Heck, people don’t even eat the walnuts on their walnut trees, and you don’t even have to boil those in twenty-five … Continue reading Adventures in the Piedmont- Making Acorn Flour
Phillip’s Story
Philip Sockman the sockmonkey needed some Hawthorne flowers for her rucksack. The Hawthorne trees in the city weren’t yet flowering, so Philip went to the Herb Shoppe to get dried Hawthorne flowers from a big glass jar, a whole rucksack full. She had a stack of quarters in his rucksack that was the width of … Continue reading Phillip’s Story
I skinned a squirrel, and I liked it
Speaking of fish, let’s talk about squirrels for a minute.-----warning-----this story is pretty gross---------------------------------I found the squirrel a block away from the house. Lying in the sun, dead.“A squirrel!” I said, leaning over my bike to look at it. “Maybe even fresh!” The squirrel looked recent, almost lively. Kimber pulled her bike around to look … Continue reading I skinned a squirrel, and I liked it
Fish Oil
Exhibit A: The Oil of the Fish.Earlier this month, Sam and I were sitting in the Hobo Jungle in Cincinnati, waiting for the train. Life was idle time, hours stitched together, an endless quilt. The best kind of quilt, I thought, laying back on the leafy forest floor, watching the sun move through the empty … Continue reading Fish Oil
In the middle of it all, was a lake
I have decided that acorns are the most beautiful thing. I have started a collection. A survey. Oak trees of the sprawling Piedmont. It used to be so beautiful here. I gather them by the handful, now, wherever I find them. Fat, long, dusted with a sort of wax. Caps fallen off or at a … Continue reading In the middle of it all, was a lake
CARROT QUINN 
You must be logged in to post a comment.