Saturday, October 29, 2016


The mushrooms emerge as white and perfect little buttons, then quickly grow to clown-size and are nibbled by squirrels. Then they suddenly flatten, turning themselves into wide shelters for who knows how many elves and other forms of life — triple, quadruple, dimplyduple — only to become concave sky-mirrors holding perfect pools of rainwater, which sits in them for days. I suppose you’ve seen them, perhaps even given one an inadvertent nudge, only to find you’ve toppled a great city. But fear not, for the great communication goes on — the whispers, the chasms, the rope-bridges, the scented language of their song.


Jan said...

Absolutely love this, William!!!
We have tons of fungi growing in our woods in every shape and size...magical~

William Michaelian said...

They make their surroundings a fairy tale world. Thank you, Jan!