John Storrow

(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)