Julia Story

I cheer myself up by creating a system for getting things done. I pull the pipe from your hand and fling it through the window. I explain to you the difference between helping and taking while you are unfolding yourself in my hand, an unfolding that takes place nightly. Every night we talk about things […]

Several children are walking in their swimming suits toward the red barn. A naked fat man sits on the roof. The sun is in patches and without sufficient legs. Nothing is rooted down, not these tall flowers, not this piece of paper in the wind. These children appear to touch the earth, but it is […]

I planted lettuce while the farmer plowed something. There was a loud whirring. I put each leaf in the ground and dumped old rainwater over them. I became filthy. The dog found me and sniffed thoroughly. I let him. Then the whirring stopped and the farmer went into the woods with a small wooden pipe. […]