Grisly mill

grist mill

A fine, dusting of yellow powder covered every surface of the grinding room. Two massive stones ground together, pulverizing hard, dried corn kernels. Meal, pressed between bed and runner, filled a hopper between 50-pound bags of grist waiting to be milled. Powered by an overshot flow of clear, cold mountain water, the heavy, wooden wheel … Continue reading Grisly mill

Contagion

neon store sigh

Black motes float acoss my vision, dancing upon vitreous pools of tannic illuminations, spinning to a waltz unheard by all save me. Taunting, teasing, coaxing me to swim with the inky eels and snakes. The contagion of my illness passes easily to those around me. As if the presence of abstract thought and unsuppressed passion … Continue reading Contagion