John Storrow

(2006) Undulating sea-weed emanating from a pumpkin seed will never bleed but discover greed because what it needs is light to spark its growth out of sight into the pea-green night where it will soon take flight and become the un-known eel which noone can touch or feel or ever begin to peel the layers of the eels paper skin and toss them in the bin revealing the undulating twin of the sea-weed with a grin because the sea-weed will be gone long before the pea-green dawn when the sun first covers the lawn

(2007) as the piles of wandering elmers glue crept down through holes in the floor the truck knew just what to do it drove through the cellar door to catch the drips of white goo. But as the truck drove down the street noone realised what heat would do to dry the glue into a sheet of milky white leather for you. Just then it started to rain and the glue began to melt and slosh around the truck and soak into the felt and then the sun came out and the felt was stiff.

(2009) tomorrow every leaf on every tree will rise up and revolt! against the solid bronze bolt! because today it gave them a teriffic jolt! when the bird that carried it had feathers that began to molt! all at once in mid air which made the bird drop the bolt! from sixteen thousand feet straight down to a large thich hunk of steel making a sound that could wake up an orange peel.

(2008 I think) the potato farm was a front for a secret plot to build a row-boat which is against the law in the bad lands beyond the hills. As each board was replaced from the side of the barn it was used to plank the hull which was hidden in a secret cave. The police never suspected when the farm was inspected during the day-time when the door to the cave was covered with grass. Noone was allowed to build a row-boat because they sometimes get covered with  strange alien bugs that eat the fruit from the trees.

(1998) delicate bundles of spoons hang from slowly turning wheels the size of blackboards. on the floor a car, carrying a box of green colored water, rolls slowly, stealthily down an inclined track. the spoons once heard the dripping green during the time of strain when the box might have missed its turn on the track. a few drops of green spilled onto the pollished floor when the car floated slowly down, suspended by a balloon and almost missed the track brought by the rotating fingers of an aluminum car body, these packages of desires are considered sacred enough to be voted apon by the government, and allowed to be blown by the wind. each aluminum finger that carried the desires will flatten itself and become known by the government as a secret made of a hollowed canoe made from the trunk of an exotic tree.

(1998) on the corner of Charles street and Beacon, a group of Japanese tourists take turns rotating a small hand crank in the side of a brick building. They do not know that they are causing a chandelier, with arms supporting bowls of water, to rotate slowly through point zero seven degrees for every seven turns of the hand crank. in each bowl of water, a single watermellon seed floats and is held in place by an anchor made from a paper clip and a piece of thread.

when the entire contents of the frog pond were pumped into a glass sphere the size of the head of a pin the rest of the spheres were empty but this one began to spin untill it broke loose and rolled down the hill way past the villiage of empty spheres to a place where it could never spill. the river of melted glass wrapped its way between the hills to where it would continually pass the tiny sphere at the edge of a bank adding ten million layers of glass making it bigger than the planet Neptune

(around 2008 I think) as the van zoomed down the street the birds knew just what to do they dipped their thousand feet in a pot of rabbit skin glue for the van had stolen their favorite nest the one they all built together and was headed toward route 90 west in some particularly hasty weather. like lightning they all took flight for a spot near the route 95 exit ramp beating wings with all of their might carrying reems of paper, glue, and a lamp. in the blink of an eye they built a paper wall carefully engineered in reply to the need to inflict no damage at all to the white van, the nest, or the driver as it came to a stop gently.

(around 2008 I think) The bats made of tin foil were swarming below the ceiling when the garden hose coil gave them the sudden feeling that they were about to be excommunicated in a big hurry down the road to the sea and they would no longer be furry. each bat carried one hour in the form of a box of goo but they were about to come down in a          shower there was nothing they could do because the day was already over.

(around 1989 I think) Mahogany Pedestals await the transformation, beneath their massive table legs, of the rug into the sea. For they shall become runways for the delicate spidery birds to take off from when the sea no longer supports their legs. and they the spidery will carry boxes of secret messages strapped to their buzzing backs across the threatening sea to the main-land message decoding machines.

(book dated 2/27/94) A tiny brass lid covered the only entrance to an underground cave that went horizontally at a depth of twelve feet like a subway tunnel and then all the way under the harbor and surfaced at the end of the airport runway just when the wheels of an l-1011 widebody were touching down. A flotilla of fully loaded ships hovered in the harbor above the tunnel and you could stand at the top of a sky scraper and look down on the tiny brass lid that fluttered and shook making a clanking noise and let loose a few puffs of wind that had bounced from the wings of the airplane as it landed and travelled through the tunnel beneath a hundred feet of solid granite and harbor water and colossal welded steel ships

(book dated 8/24/93) walking along narrow floor boards from one room to another the heat from the airduct fills the room with a single speck as small as a pinpoint. Descending the stairs into a pool of mirror smoothe water, the railing beside the stairs grows colder and gradually more metallic. descending to the bottom of the stairs, the light, which the water bends in all directions, reveals the single speck, that the airduct had made, descending slowly through the water, about three inches above the railing. Arriving at the bottom there is a tiny window holding back the water below the bottom step. It looks out on a paved road           and a field of grass

(92 or three I think) a wooden box with glass windows contains aincient ceramic pots filled with painted views of whooping cranes circumnavigating their bellies and the scales of a dragon and the breath of a sea turtle and invisible spirits of man made winged creatures swim above the Korean pots with bundles of invisible twigs in their cargo bays to be dropped over every town in the country.      only if these live spirits      can penetrate glass can      all the cities in America      have homes beautifully      constructed of bamboo      twigs for their people      and animals. inside the glass a world of moving hands will swim forever unless the trap door in the bottom of the wooden box is opened by a chance wave surging up from the sea.

(book dated 2/27/94) there once was a bright green boat that carried all the pineapples to another island. The villiage chief saw the boat coming through his twelve foot long telescope and told the villiage inhabitants to swim out and help the boat navigate between the rocks and coral reefs. But the boat could raise itself on stilts and walk over the rocks! All the pineapples arrived safely and the villiage inhabitants celebrated with a feast in honor of the bright green boat. one morning the boat woke up to find himself transformed into a bright green airplane! As the boat began to fly to another island, a collossal thunderstorm began to throw bright electric spears of  light down upon the earth because the boat could no longer be called a boat but the pineapples could still be delivered.

(un dated) suddenly set free, the birds, from their bamboo cage, they used the pieces of bamboo to make a kite that followed the escaping birds untill the string pulled tight and the kite was left behind with its paper skin covered with lines drawn with a brush and black ink. each line was a daparting bird and the ink absorbed into the paper so that the bird lines looked like thin soft black clouds scattered over a pond with a tiny motor-boat speeding around the pond and the light shined through the fibers of the paper.

(08) The Squadron of jelley fish came into the hall with a plan to get back to the very same place where the frying pan had cooked all the salt from the sea making the ocean a harsh place to be for jelleyfish who need to see little grains of salt in their tea,

(from un-dated book) printed from a single plate the pattern repeats and repeats. the bottom of the plate lines up perfectly with the top so that the seam between the printings vanishes. They're illustrations of Robinson Crusoes adventures and they repeat on a mile long stretch of fabric. a block of ice has frozen within itself five hours of time. within this particular block there is a toy plastic boat and a rocking chair with some fresh bread on its woven wicker seat. frozen bubbles dot the space everywhere. the next block of ice has merged with the last and it contains everything that the last block contains except that the toy plastic boat has a patched tiny hole it its bottom near the bow where the stern meets the water. ----- This one might be a comment on how time keeps repeating itself. Oooooh.... way out there man...

(book dated 6/23/04) Under the spreading tarpaulin the delicate paper leaf sleeps and becomes a kite in the shape of a hand. A telescoping finger pushes up the tarp and the surrounding pool of cool moist air sucks in to the sleeping leaf which wakes and gets blown across the forest.

(12/08) you can't drill through       half inch thick steel             with a tooth pick any more than you can       make a pile of mashed potatoes             stick to a ceiling covered with butter

(from a book dated 12/08) in the next room         a box of nails                    under a spot-light in the room after that         a paper hat                     painted white then beyond the heavy door         a rubber powered plane                      flying out of sight under the stairs         the painted stone fountain                      sounds about right in the broom closet          a bowl of ...

(from a book dated 12/08) the sleek space ship was shaped like a stretched egg with pencils for engines and for a bridge deck a wooden peg. it came in through the window and landed on the table its red and white navigation lights blinking. the whole villiage came to see when a long thin metallic arm emerged from the tail of the ship with a pair of lips at its tip which suddenly started drinking from a puddle of oozing wet peanut butter on the floor. untill the egg grew and grew to the size of a canoe. so the villiagers knew what to do they climbed on its back and drifted out to the black.

(from a book dated 7/09) all along the train tracks the rigging of the schooner was laid to cover the pollished backs of the rocks to be offered in trade, for passage on the silver steamer to the island of plenty of time where the roofs of the houses glimmer and nothing is covered with grime but when the giant storm cloud came it was shaped like a witches hat and its manner was anything but tame when it turned the rocks to dust and fat with its lighting bolts of world wide fame that looked like the claws of a rat. so when the steamer left the dock it was given one remaining rock to take to the island of plenty of time where the only tool a single dime would be used to carve it into the shape of a single non fattening grape.

(from an un-dated book, maybe mid nineties) they gather in city squares at four a.m. the tiny skeletons of living airplanes and they dive down to the bottom of the fountain to pick up only nineteen sixty-seven pennies which they carry home to their tree houses in the pine forest to the north of the city. in how many hands had each penny been held to erode the highest features to a shining copper color? the first living airplane skeleton was born from the depths of a lake at four a.m in nineteed sixty seven

(book dated 4/25/98) the paper blades of the windmill are covered with mysterious inscriptions believed to have been mechanically written by an arm attached to several wheels each with a respective ratio of revolutions per single rotation. words like "hello," and "over there" are written on the blades and the windmill brings water for cooking and cleaning up from the two thousand gallon tank, buried under the deck, to the crew  of the ship.

(can't find the date in this book) The elephant that made the hurdy-gurdy was sheltered by a dirty birdy when he played the sound was heard by the flock of geese that knew the herd of other elephants had gone. but also when he played the birdy stayed and carefully displayed his collection of fiddles for the elephant to see

(book dated 4/29/03 (this one begs to be added to) ---- the goblin hides in his plastic cup and escapes when the cup is placed on a high block shelf away from the delicate city street that is flooded from the days of rain and can't be drained because the cork is in the drain hole at the drug store corner near the side walk.

(from book dated 4/25/98) on the corner of charles street and beacon, a group of Japanese tourists take turns rotating a small hand crank in the side of a brick building. They do not know that they are causing a chandelier, with arms supporting bowls of water, to rotate slowly through point zero seven degrees for every seven turns of the hand crank. in each bowl of water, a single water mellon seed floats and is held in place by an anchor made from a paper clip and a piece of thread.

(book dated 07?) The the harder the delicate birds swing the longer the towering church bells ring untill the sun crashes below the wall and the rubber serpents heed their call to come and shoot their jets of spray into the pool of floating hay. but when the fragile birds hang still the air is gone away where it will and the bells become the serpents eyes the swim beneath the darkened skies and through a cloud of frozen flies.

(book dated 2/27/94) the great elephant stalks the wild naked grasslands by following the miandering path left by a flying car-load of singing people with suit cases hoping to catch the next flight to new-york. he comes to the edge of the airport parking lot with a dazed expression as he watches a set of blinking colorful lights fly up and away toward the west and he finds the car that carried the singing people and a group of other dazed and stunned elephants has already arrived on the scene. on the front seat of the car, a brown paper bag lies open revealing some scattered photographs of reflections of elephants in lakes and streams in the wild naked grasslands. a message hastily scrawled on the back of a receipt reads "go to gate 17" so all the elephants blow their trunks in a symphony of french horns and tubas in one big "Honk!" and they all walk casually trying to look as inconspicuous as possible, to gate 17

Okay Bea, what should we write? Once apon a time a great big bunny decided to go in a canoe. so he went and got some glue and he built his.......boat. thats the whole story (hope you like it)