Meet dust’s closest friend. Even a wooden spoon left behind in the desert is
incapable of growing any more intimate with dust.
Themselves edible, delicacies when covered with chocolate, there is no creature on
earth more devoted to eating.
The violin was given to grasshoppers in the early middle ages by an unknown
alchemist, who tried to change music into gold. Grasshoppers gave it to their distant
cousins, the crickets, who used it to develop a greater understanding of darkness.
Chewing tobacco on the back porch is the sum total of grasshopper social
discourse, even when there is no back porch.
The plural of grasshopper is grasshoppers. The plural of grasshoppers is plague.
Grasshoppers do not know the plural of plague, just as we do not know the plural of God,
even when the grasshoppers have come to show us that one is never enough.

Rich Ives is the author of Tunneling to the Moon: A Psychological Gardener’s Book of Days currently being published in serial @ Silenced Press everyday in 2014 and forthcoming in paperback. Begin from the beginning, catch up, read daily. Just refer to the Burrow Guide.