PRAYER PODS

Prayer Pods by Peter Goff

The background image on my blog is one of my favorite art pieces ever. (note: i keep finding new "favorite pieces ever.")  Designed and created by my brother, he also burned it to non existence.  The Goffs have a thing with burning art, and other things.  Not books, though. Not flags, either.  Not witches.  But art, yes. Transitorily pleasing, art must be purged along with old letters and broken furniture.  I don't know why, exactly. I don't even know that it "must".  It just is. Burned.

The purple pods, mere cardboard before redemption, covered fruit in transit from wherever fruit comes from (the ground? cows? corporations?) to the grocery store into pete's creator hands. No doubt while unwrapping a daydream started playing in his minds eye, as he shoved the cardboardlings into his pockets.

Dangling delicately on string, strips of paper bear written prayers. My name, as in "sister", is etched somewhere among the other silent utterings.  

When it burned, light glowed and flickered into the night, releasing prayers as heat and ash. In the aftermath, I crumpled my face. Crap. This art should still be here, hanging from my ceiling.