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05/31/2014
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Contents:Introduction
By Georgene Nunn
Creator Bios
I felt like throwing up short fiction; contains suicide, sex
By Amy K
Cool Tat visual art
By Chris Baird
Establishing the CPTTP short fiction
By Ryan Ptomey
VROOM VROOM MOTHERFUCKER comic
By Zachariah Brown
a man dies short fiction; contains death
By Elizabeth Mills
Montreal short fiction; contains self-harm, body horror
By Coyote Victoria Knockwood
Birds
short writing
By scrublord
Lacrimal Cup
digital sketch
By Georgene Nunn
Afterword About This Zine
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If we’re being honest with one another, as I
believe it’s only right to do, I haven’t the faintest
clue what I’m doing or where this will ultimately
go. I do know that the earth is huge, and we are
all on it, and I hope that’s as exciting for you as
it is for me.
Some very smart people have lead me to believe
that in addition to challenging exclusion from
mainstream spaces, it is important to create
spaces to celebrate the things the mainstream
isn’t. Spaces where weird isn’t weird, it’s simply
life in all it’s messy glory. Spaces wherein the
queer, the curious, the questing, &c can dry the
spittle of the world’s giant cursing mouth o
their wings in the warm sunshine of people who
are excited that they exist.
I myself am highly accustomed to doing two
things very well: not taking up much space and
not upsetting people. In the last few years I ’ ve
come to realize that these two traits have their
positives, but are also a symptom of the sickness
that settles on one’s bones after years and years
of being exposed to a litany of subtle hints and
outright demands that it’s best if someone like
me—perhaps someone like you too—should
have a seat, just pipe down, let the important
people talk.
But as I’m discovering: we don’t need to have all
the answers to sit up and say how we feel. We
don’t need to ask permission to exist. We can
come together and nd ways to redene
important, not just for ourselves, but for
everyone willing to watch and learn. We don’t
deserve to be driven underground; we, like
everyone, deserve a chance to y.
So together, the ignored, the hopeful, the
unusual, the shy, can start creating this new
space with the hope that it will help us soar. I
look forward to making this space a reality for as
long as I can and getting as many people—
exciting, interesting, fucking weird people—in
front of as many eyeballs as I possibly can.
Thank you and welcome. 05/30/2014 GHN
Your work good enough.
You are valuable and the things you
create are valuable!
Introduction
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Introduction, Afterword, and Lacrimal Cup—Georgene
Nunn
Georgene is the editor and coordinator of this zine. Read more about the projecton the Earth Is Huge magazine tumblr. She freelances by day & talks a lot of shit
on twitter at basically all hours, but is generally harmless and friendly. Email
[email protected] to contribute or ask questions about the zine.
I felt like throwing up—Amy K
Amy is a journalist. She is currently in talks with bugs and the birds who eat
them.
Twitter: @sexyprison
VROOM VROOM MOTHERFUCKER—Zachariah Brown
Art:
zozxox.tumblr.com
Comics: bitchimananime.tumblr.com
Zine: tookawaiitodie.tumblr.com
Contributors:
Establishing the CPTTP—Ryan Ptomey
An English major born an raised in Kansas City. A fan of music, beer, and many
other things. You can nd me on Twitter as @WriterRyan.
This piece originally published on author ’ s personal website.
a man dies—Elizabeth Mills
Elizabeth is a writer from Massachusetts and can be found regularly screaming or writing snippets of ction
on Twitter. She one day hopes to look stunning in a dress.
Patreon: http://www.patreon.com/redvetwo
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Montreal—Coyote Victoria Knockwood
Coyote Victoria Knockwood is a two-spirit Mi’kmaq artist, musician and
writer. Born and raised in Alberta, she currently resides in Montreal on
her way to Mi’kma’ki. Heavily inuenced by Cree stories heard as a
youth, Mi’kmaq stories and the works of authors like Clarice Lispector
and Franz Kaa, CVK seeks to share her view of the world. Msit
no’kmaq. Twitter: @2SpiritSexPunk
Cool Tat—Chris Baird
Chris Baird is dead. He draws comix. chrisbairdisdead.tumblr.com
Birds—scrublord
One time scrublord got high and watched two ducks have sex for like two hours in which he later described
as 'a busy day’.
Twitter: @scrublord
Cool pictures of earth seen from space come from the Wikimedia Commons, as provided by NASA.
Fonts are from Apostrophic Laboratories.
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I had a dream that I was sitting cross-legged in a black room, holding the moon in the palm of my hand. the earth was
there, rotating around and passing through my arm if she needed to. No stars. The moon, herself, no bigger around
than a coin, sitting with such weight as if she were very dense. there is no sun but we are still glowing with his light,
and it is no trouble seeing, although we have our eyes closed. The moon was so young, and that's with shocked me.
Nobody was born yet. simultaneous to the moon in my hand, there was this awareness that I on the earth am under-
neath this same rock in my hand. We talk, and she knows who I am, and she knows that I am sitting underneath her in
a dierent time than when I sit beside her now. We are both learning how the world works. We are young together,
and it is good.
***
A homeless man broke into my hometown movie theater and hung himself by the neck on the stage right side of our
largest screening room on the far end of the building. I don't know whether or not he realized the girl who opens
mornings would nd him, in all his still and all his suggestion. My idea of a good time was to take his leather jacket and
throw it at my best friend Billy who worked with me, there. Then Billy threw the shoes at my head. When I was swat-
ting at them in the air, a couple of my ngers brushed the clammy inside of the shoe and I felt like throwing up but
kept it inside. This uneasy feeling started building.
Later that evening I made my sister smell my ngers even though I washed and worked all day. She, 12, said that she
still smelled it, though I don't see that, not one little bit. "Avery!," Dad said like he was swatting a dog with a newspa-per. "Don't do that to your sister!"
"but dad. she asked."
"Honey, it's gross," mother gently informs me.
"I know it's gross. I told you I feel like throwing up!"
"Dinner table, sweetie."
"yes, yes, alright mother" I said, but still I couldn't stop thinking about the dead guy. the sanctity of the dinner table,
even my deep quiet space in bed wouldn't stop me thinking about him. but Confucius said that it does not matter how
slowly you go so long as you do not stop, and I suppose that's right. and something keeps me on that dead guy, so I
suppose I'll stay on him till he aords me a spoils to my hunt. "Spoils of the hunt," where did I hear that recently? I
asked them, "Doesn't spoil mean to rot, and isn't hunting when you go get something fresh?" Who did I ask? As I get
older, the connective bers that wrap around memory begin to wear thin. My memories tell me my impulses. My im-
pulses are wearing thin or something. I am 16. It is the year 2010. My name is Avery. I have fucked up genitals. I am nei-
ther girl or boy but I present myself as feminine for convenience' sake.
I would love to go around telling the world that I'm intersex, that I feel asexual most days, that sometimes I masturbate
for hours... and see it as a basic human right! which our royal overlords somehow illegalized during the medieval ages,
I felt like throwing upBy Amy K contains mentions of suicide, sex
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... that I see myself as an empathic circuit indispensable between women and men societally... and that my dehumaniza-
tion my objectication has hurt me and continues to hurt them more each day... that I love ngers in my butt!
That I love my diary.
I want to scare, but not in actuality. Really I just wants to help because I see what others don't... I wonder if all intersex
people see what I do, between worlds...? I've never met another not that I tried
***
All evening I'm thinking about the dead guy. What did he want? Where was he hangin out last week? Did anybody ever
care about him as much as now? When will he fall away from my point of focus? And what will replace him there?
***
Billy and I kissed and it sounded like the whirrr of childhood nally stopped spinning under my asshole...
***
walking down Main Street in the chaos of summer. I'm listening to my headphones loud, in a black T-shirt and jeans.
the sun is kicking my ass and the sky is blue and I have sunburn on the bridge of my nose. The point in between my
eyes is pale from wearing sunglasses too much. My sweaty butt is kicking my ass. I would not mind dying. I think I'm
unafraid to die. note to self don't drink hot coee in the afternoon during summer you dummy, I love you
***
My Family Unit lives on a small border town near Niagara Falls. We say it's a coastal town because we are at the widest
point in the river and all these old people get such a kick out of it. "Tide is coming in," they say, standing beside that
huge angry torrent. "Tide's coming in, just watch, tides are very slow," and then nothing but the riverow. They'll sit
there waiting for you to make a joke back. But that's too much pressure for me to be able to make a joke. Of the ve
times I've been put on the spot like that, of the ve times, I always try to keep quiet, but on the fth time I cracked my
silence and did this long drawn-out sigh. I told him (my grandpa) everybody in this town loves the tide so much but
nobody fuck-king knows what a tide is. Each man is an island and each island has its own tides, and every person in
this fuck-king town is so hermetically fucking sealed o from their selves that if they saw what their tides carry back to
them, back and forth, back and fuck-king forth, if all these fuck-king people saw what they dump in their own tidewat-
ers, all their gasolines and fuck-king plastic waste, they would shit right in the river, they would shit, I was telling him,
or I would have if he hadn't cut me o at my second "fuck-king" with a "calm down Avery." I love a "calm down Avery"
because it's usually followed by some words like, "every man is an island, an island populated by women," and from this
I can gather that my grandfather actually respects women, and I'm happy to learn this about him. I'm happy to learn
that learning... things like this... makes me happy... because it means that I do establish basic connections that other
humans do... and I'm happy to basically be human, although the idea gives me more grief than not, most of the time.
Continued...
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Since Billy and I kissed, I can't stop thinking about his penis. He grabbed my chest more roughly than I expected. At that
moment I resolved to suck him o so good that he respects me as a person more, whatever that means. I want to blow him
so teasingly and so right that he can't help but blow it exactly when I want him to... on my face! I like to imagine giving him
poignant eye contact... He grabbed my tiny tits with a rough hand that I have only known "in passing"... usually when he got
clumsy... or gets clumsy... usually in the past, when he's been clumsy, he shapes right up to my attention. But it's like sex
ipped a switch in his brain that ipped all kinds of random switches through his body like in his stupid strong hand, or his
chest that didn't feel my chest pull away from being tight against his. I'm going to blow him to set the world right again.
Going to blow him to see the world right again. take some of that power he took from me. balance.
***
that idiot Billy I tried to blow him and he said he had too many emotions. boys. I'm sick of being so femme. but if he's my
only alternative. no fuck that I know there's more in between boys and girls than meets your eye. but this suburbia shit is
too much to t all inside my head. sometimes. other times it's neat and tight and ts just right... I dunno.
Our suicide made the national news. Everybody in town said next they would start showing o our local celebs. fucking
completely overlooking how morbid the whole thing is. most big news outlets overlooked it too. They suggested it (morbid
morbidity), but most headlines said "homeless man breaks into movie theater and ends his own life," not "movie theater
swallows psyche and life of depressive homeless" or "industry capitalizing on pure novelty takes over homeless man'sfunctionality," or, "satellite nature of human life overshadowed by intrusive perceptual non-duality"... "communal
disintegration approaches point of debilitating strength"
I don't bleed but my heart ows each 29 days. Sort of crappy I don't even have anything to show for all the energy I crap
into the atmosphere. Nothing to show but my hot bod.. I guess I'm glad though because I've seen pads and tampons and I
dunno. School sucks.
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Cool Tat By Chris Baird
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Prior to 2036, very little was known about time travel. By the late 2020s, most physicists had completely given up on
the idea, and any further discussion on the subject was both limited to and driven by pop culture depictions in movies
and television. The pursuit had been abandoned after countless failures, but even then it had never been taken serious-
ly. Most concurred that, were time travel possible, travelers from the future would already have revealed themselves to
us. Other points of conjecture suggested that time travel would necessitate incredibly rare phenomena, such as a tra-
versable wormhole. Brief hope arose from experiments involving CERN’s Large Hadron Collider (g. 2-3), but these
would ultimately prove fruitless.
In 2022, the Lausanne Incident sparked a change in global opinions on time travel experiments. Many leaders of the
UWNA had already expressed concern regarding the potential for time travel technology to be abused should it fall into
the wrong hands. When an as of yet unknown error obliterated a signicant portion of the city, leaving an empty, per-
fectly hemispherical crater with a 5 mile radius (g. 2-4), the United Western Nations Alliance was quick to ban any
further experiments. While the Sino-Russian Federation continued its own experiments, western physicists had to be
content with entirely theoretical approaches to time travel. When the SRF’s largest time travel research facility in Ir-
kutsk was lost to an explosion with a yield comparable to the infamous “Little Boy” (a nuclear ssion bomb that was
dropped on Hiroshima in the early 20th century) in 2024, the rest of the world were quick to cease their own experi-
ments as well. By 2027, serious physicists completely abandoned the idea of ever discovering a realistic means of achiev-
ing time travel. Some still gave it thought, but these men and women fell either into the category of hobbyists or
“crackpots”.
On June 2, 2036, the rst recorded instance of time travel was observed when a traveler arrived from the year 3036.
That traveler was Jean Durand (g. 2-5). Durand not only revealed that time travel was possible but also set in motion
the events that would lead to our current understanding of both time travel itself and the nature of parallel universes.
As we came to learn, while time travelers can choose their temporal destination, the process deposits a person in the
same place in a separate parallel universe. Furthermore, due to the Mycroft Eect (g. 2-6), it is impossible for a travel-
er to re-
enter any universe in which they’ ve already existed. Thus, aecting change in one’s own universe initially ap-
peared impossible.
However, with the help of the UWNA, Durand was able to establish Travelers’ Day every 2 years on June 2. Much to the
chagrin of the British royalty, it was necessary to designate a portion of the grounds of Buckingham Palace for this pur-
pose in order to maintain a consistent location that had remained standing for at least a millennium. Through the rst
decades of this practice, Durand and the additional travelers who arrived after him were able to ascertain that there are
only 12 parallel universes (g. 2-6) as opposed to the unending number proposed in the Theory of Innite Universe
Splitting (g. 2-
7) that had been touted by Simon Crowley. This discovery helped to establish the Common Protocol forTime Travel Practices (CPTTP).
Using the CPTTP, eventually a system was created that would allow positive changes to be aected despite a traveler ’s
Establishing the CPTTPBy Ryan Ptomey
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inability to return to his own universe. While certain things had somehow consistently developed independently across
the multiverse, there were still enough dierences to make things dicult. By guiding each universe along an even more
similar path, we were able to eectively guarantee that a traveler would arrive in a past nearly identical to the one in his
or her own universe, thus enabling course correction to take place in all timelines.
- selected from A History of Temporal Understanding (Rosenbaum, Collin M., Phd. Kansas City: Walking Fire Publish-
ing, 2102. Digital.)
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By Zachariah Brown
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A man falls down three ights of stairs and breaks his neck after getting tossed out of an elevator for continuous
leering.
***
A man opens up his fridge, takes a look at boxes of expired takeout, and decides fuck it, you only live once. After
choking down questionable lo mein and three discolored sticks of teriyaki, he takes a shower. The tile of his bathroom
was white twenty years and several tenants ago; it gets slick when the water runs hot. He slips on it after getting out
of the shower (after silently staring at the wall for thirty minutes and feeling a chill coil around his spine,) splitting
his skull on the cracked porcelain of the sink.
***
A man runs through the park at eleven thirty in the morning, chased by three dogs and, almost haleartedly, their
owner. His sneakers are falling apart, the soles loose and near rotting, and he stumbles frequently. One of the dogs, a
mutt with dinosaur parentage, nips at the man ’s exposed calves. He trips, then, and slides across grass while the dogs
bark and cavort around him.
Later, after brushing o the owner’s strenuous apologies and realizing how late he is for a dentist’s appointment, the
man cuts through a construction site and is killed by a falling piece of concrete.
***
A man chucks a rock at a wasp hive and manages to outrun the agitated horde. Weeks and a dozen drunken retellings
of this story to strangers in dimly lit bars later, he comes across the same hive, busted open and empty on the
ground. He marvels at the construction, the holes and passages and material, before going home and feeding his sh.
The man dies in his sleep while dreaming of omnipresent buzzing.
***
A man wakes up hungover and alone, his head freshly shaved and his stomach violent. An hour later, he stumbles out
of his bathroom and manages to fry a few eggs, dousing them in salsa and steak sauce. He ’d picked up the recipe
from an old girlfriend, back when they’d both been freshman in college. He wonders where she went and if she ’s
having a better weekend than his.
(She owns a chain of successful bookstores and is seeing a orist, a woman from England who is terrible at playing
the guitar and loves it all the same. They’re spending their Saturday morning with coee and quiet conversation.)
The man washes his dishes and feels a familiar soreness in his back. He grimaces before stretching until his spine
pops. In thirty years complications from cirrhosis will kill him.
***
a man diesBy Elizabeth Mills contains death
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A man fumbles in the dark of a dust held attic, searching for a box and coming up empty. It ’s the middle of summer,
one washed out by humidity and cloudless days. He’s been crouching and scrounging for what feels like hours and
stands up fast, slamming his head against a wooden beam and collapsing to the oor. The heat takes care of the rest
and a pair of detectives nd his body six months later.
***
A man opens the wrong door and is red, with promises of worse should he talk about what he ’s seen. He goes home
and thinks on his options, falling asleep after six beers. An electrical re on the sixth oor takes out his entire
building – someone left their toaster plugged in. The man suocates and dies.
***
A man chokes to death on a cheese lled pretzel while his television broadcasts a preseason baseball game (a grand
slam is hit as he nally lets go.)
***
A man and his dog are involved in a seven car pile-up (the dog survives and is taken in by his sister.)
***
A man accelerates into a Jersey barrier after taunting and sneering at a hatchback driven by a teenage girl. The front
end of his car crumples immediately and his airbags fail to deploy. Several of his ribs are bruised by the seat-belt and
his head comes within inches of ricocheting o the steering column. His car spins a few times before coming to a
stop, leaking uid from where the engine used to growl and cough. A minivan tries to stop short but T-bones him
instead.
The man dies while a line of geese ies by overhead.
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The dance of Death 1914-1918 Death awed - Percy Smith—1920 (public domain)
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I check my watch. 23H10. Kaquej will be bringing her chairs inside soon. I decide to keep walking, but at a slower
pace for all the blood loss. My skin is healing quickly, but I still feel a bit dizzy.
When I nally make it to kaquej’s table, she’s not there, and neither are her folding chairs. A black feather is stuck
into a crack in the table. I take it in my left hand, between forenger and thumb, and place it over top of my
bloodstained forearm, and then run my ngers over it gently. It sticks to the still wet blood, sparkles, then begins to
fade. The outline of the feather stays in my skin, but the rest is healed completely.
Looking up at the big brick building, I see that no lights are on. The streetlight above me ickers a bit then returns to
a dull yellow glow. The wind picks up and threatens to knock my hat o. A low groan rumbles from a couple blocks
over. Parc Emile-Berliner, near the tracks. But it’s not the low moaning of metal on metal, it’s as if a great throat is
opening for the rst time, hungry and confused. After so long a time, to suddenly have a voice and not know how to
speak. It grows deeper, and the wind grows stronger. St Jacques is empty. My arm hurts.
The streetlight above me ickers again, this time burning itself out as the ground around me rumbles, and the
groaning shifts to become a howl, a scream. Pain. I bite the inside of my cheek, and step into the street to cross over
to the Parc. The streetlights fade as I get closer, trac lights no longer glowing with bright red, yellow or green, but a
deep and faint purple. They start as spots and become trails in my eyes.
In the centre of Parc Emilie-Berliner is a great pillar of smoke, tinted a bad bruise, billowing into the sky. I stand,
mouth agape, as this thing rips something out of the earth and sends it above. Awestruck, I take a step forward, and
***
I wake up near the tracks. I lift my arm to see what time it is. 09H04. I pause, the face on my watch is cracked. The
skin on my left arm is torn up, as if the esh was twisted to the point of severing. My right arm is the same. That ’s
when I notice the sound of excited chirping from behind me. “Montreal,” I think and close my eyes again.
“Montreal.”
Glossary of Mi
kmaq Terms
Jipji
l – A bird
Kaquej – Crow
Kitpu
l – An eagle
Lnuwi
t
k kji
toq klusuaqan lnueiei – (Singular) they use the native word(s), if they know it/them
Nkij – My mother
Nukumi – My grandmother
Pi
jkwej – Night hawk (Una’maki dialect)
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When I was younger, I thought birds were dumb. That
they were stupid balls of feather that could somehow
break through the realm of impossibility and y. What
kind of bullshit is that? Humans invented the internet,
ice cream and war, yet birds are the ones that can y?
That changed as I grew older. I realised my resentment
towards birds was nothing more than jealousy. Ever
since I had developed the neck muscles to look up and
the clarity to look into the sky, I wanted to be up there
with the birds. With this knowledge, I could begin to un-
derstand that birds are basically the best.
Birds are the most powerful creatures alive today. Noth-
ing else can y and poop at the same time. They are like
tiny Gods, swooping around, eating trash and minding
their own business. When have you ever saw a bird be an
asshole? Never. It just doesn't happen.
People don't have the best track record of ying anyways.
Iron Man can y, despite the fact he's a drunk and also
Robert Downey Jnr. Superman can y, and what has he
ever done to deserve that? Pilots claim they can y, but it
isn't their own propulsion which makes them y. They
are basically sitting in a giant metal bird and pretending
that their lives matter.
Flying gives freedom. The freedom to go where you like
is a powerful thing to have. How many times have you
wished you were somewhere else? That you could pack
up everything you own and just get out of there? Birds
can do that, due to a combination of ight and also be-
cause they don't own anything. They just are.
What tethers you to this spot? Work? Responsibility?
Laziness? The paralyzing fear that this is as good as itgets and you are too terried to even take a step out of
your comfort zone in case it is all downhill from here?
Birds don't have these thoughts. Some people may argue
they don't have any thoughts at all, but we know that
isn't true. When you are free, you don't worry about con-
strictions. Why would you?
I know where I would go to if I could y. Far far away
from where I am now. But it isn't a place, exactly. I want
to y to a feeling. I know that sounds like the kind of
song you'd hear sung live at a Republican Rally while
white dudes talk about guns. I don't want to go any-
where so much as knowing I could if I so wanted is com-
forting.
I think, on some level, we all want to y. But do we de-
serve to do so? Can you say that we are as pure as birds?
Or would we abuse our ying privilege to have sex in
midair or poop on people we don't like? Is all human
endeavor just an attempt to reach a point where we can
reclaim the skies from our Bird Gods?
I don't know. Thanks for reading.
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BirdsBy scrublord
Natural History Birds—cuckoo (public domain)
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Lacrimal Cup By Georgene Nunn
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This art and writing was brought to you by
some very talented, and intelligent people, and it
is my utmost pleasure to present it to you here
in as neat a form as I could put together in
about two days.
I hope that there were things for you to enjoy in
this rst issue. I hope that something contained
herein gave you pause. I hope that you will share
with your friends. I hope that you will join usagain at the end of June for Issue 2. And I
denitely hope that you will consider
contributing to a future issue.
Each of these issues won’t necessarily have a
central theme or topic, but each month will
have a prompt, to help if the muses aren ’t
forthcoming.
June’s prompt is: Petrichor
Petrichor is dened as a pleasant smell of rain
on dry rocks or earth. It is made up of prex
petro- meaning “relating to rocks” and ichor,
meaning “the uid that ows like the blood in
the veins of the gods”. Ichor can also pertain to
any bloodlike uid, and has older use related to
the discharge from wounds.
Scent memory is a pretty powerful thing, and
rain is something everyone experiences in their
lifetime, so petrichor seems like a goodcandidate for drawing from memory, from rain,
and from scent.
The roots of the word itself, stone, and ichor, are
rife with potential also, invoking chthonic awe of
the earth and the gods we have drawn from it,
as well as the awe of the heavens bringing rain
and the gods we seek in them.
With this basket of potential in hand I leave you
to your work. I know you can do it.
~GHN 05/31/2014
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