aliens

my son has reached that age where horror and suspense movies hold an unbearable fascination, but he knows he can’t quite handle most of them without ending the day in bed with mom and dad. on such nights, these little elm seed monsters, hairy, hinge-jawed, and sharp toothed, emerging soundlessly on flexible stalks from the ends of tender branches, seeking out 13 year old boy flesh, might very well feature among his dreams.

american elm seeds in spring