John Storrow

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.