Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Today the transformation was creeping upward, but he knew better than to try and predict it. Some days his consciousness was lost before the human form of his bottom half dissolved; rendering him ignorant of both the transformation and where his legs would carry him in the minutes before they were immobilized. Other nights it was a gradual fade from left to right that held him in the ecstasy of a man with two minds. Tonight he knew only of the dreaded window of being paralyzed but feeling more awake than ever in his life.

Photo credit: Sarah Ann Loreth

Monday, December 17, 2012

She was his life's greatest work. His impression upon her was as tangible as hands clasped across her eyes. But he trained her so well that his body physically shielding her wasn't necessary. He dedicated his life to her innocence. He left and she aged but her eyes never dulled. She smiled wildly and without restraint, uncorrupted by self-awareness. She was forever blind with her eyes wide open; just as he intended.  

Photo credit: Alex Stoddard

Sunday, December 9, 2012

The tree broke through the ground in the middle of an unkempt cornfield. It had long ago been taken hostage by a tangle of vines whose knotty braids slithered up the length of the trunk. In the winter when the leaves fell to the ground the rough sketch of a face could be seen in the blanks between the branches against the sky. The frail vines arched and coiled around the tips of the tree forming eyes and a mouth in the familiar location and proportion. The mouth stood in a line perfectly parallel to the ground, void of expression except for when the wind blew from the northeast corner of the field. The wind would disrupt the branches and bounce the features of the face; creating the illusion that the mouth was smiling, maybe she thought, in remembrance of the land from whence it came.

Photo credit: Robin Mellway

Saturday, December 1, 2012

He thrashed until his memories banded apart, until they frayed and became separate. And in a violent final flail his inner most demons lay exposed. He then stood motionless as his layers congealed leaving behind a few translucent visages that floated away and disappeared within the walls.

Photo credit: Nir Arieli