by Cor Laffra

Summer Night, by Kitty Kielland, 1886. Oil on canvas.

i'm literally the priest's favorite sacrificial lamb because i am so docile and sweet and i hold very still when they put the rope around my neck and i trot along so happily while they lead me to the altar and they do not even have to tie me down because i lie so very still and only bleat once or twice in my lovely lamb voice and when the knife comes down it cuts through me like butter and i offer no resistance and i bleed so prettily all over my new white wool and my guts all unspool like the most beautiful shining yarn and my eyes are animal and dumb and hold no accusation and every time i die i come right back as another little lamb because the priest loves me so so much and he always chooses me for the sacrifice every time and he always places one hand on my small and twitching nose to calm me while he lifts the knife and he doesn't do it for the other lambs only me because i'm his favorite

everybody give it up for this brand of green. round of applause for most under appreciated green

This is the last stop

bitter aloe adorned with the webs of a dome spider (Cyrtophora moluccensis)

Faraway views (right lens of my binoculars)

i know absence hurts, but it also makes room for wilderness. the space fills with what has always been