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 …