The Devil's Cauldron by Baz Richardson
Viridarium Umbris, Daniel A. Schulke
Dust by Dorianne Laux
Someone spoke to me last night, told me the truth. Just a few words, but I recognized it. I knew I should make myself get up, write it down, but it was late, and I was exhausted from working all day in the garden, moving rocks. Now, I remember only the flavor — not like food, sweet or sharp. More like a fine powder, like dust. And I wasn’t elated or frightened, but simply rapt, aware. That’s how it is sometimes — God comes to your window, all bright light and black wings, and you’re just too tired to open it.
ID: tweet by user "h b" that reads: i was visited by a being of pure light and it told me to do some stuff but i forgot what exactly /end ID
“November” (2020), oil on wood panel, by Seth Armstrong

Jake Longstreth, Weed, nd
Oil on canvas, 80 x 120 in
Larches in blue. "Showing natural engrafting."
Science-gossip. 1888. Processed image.
A cold winter day along Mescal Road, Cochise County, Arizona.
I’m going to perform medical malpractice on you cuz I love you


