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recent writings.
lent, part iii: resurrection.
New buds on cacti bloom slowly. Unfortunately, these new buds aren’t the end of our original story. As it turned out, the cactus at the end of our street–the one that the winter storm had damaged, the one that they pruned back to a wooden stump–got ripped out of the ground shortly after. The winter …
lent, part ii: abscission.
They finally cut the dying cactus down. Disoriented and deadened by the winter storm we had in February, its pads had already begun to fall off on their own, rotting dark, stinking stains into the sidewalk. Now, it is only a stump, not even a tenth of its original size. I am shocked how little …
lent, part i: disorientation.
Lately, I’ve been thinking about I’ve been thinking a lot about the connections between me, writing stories, and the growth cycles of plants. Well, one plant in particular: the cactus at the entrance to my apartment complex. On an average day, cacti are incredibly resilient. They don’t need a lot to survive: mostly just sunshine …
