Crunch Killjoy

By Clem Flowers, Guest Writer

White flower blossoms off Treetops collapse onto my car like a ticker-tape parade for a forgotten championships as the horns to King of carrot flowers part 2 and 3 start to swell in synchronization with the screaming traffic a few hundred feet away right after Jeff Magnum screams about his love of Jesus Christ in a way that aches my bones every time I've heard it and I feel in that moment is a like I can swallow the whole Quasar above me I can demolish the mountains that surround the whole valley like some Guardians of a forgotten time and the world seems to self as the rain starts to come in and I feel peace and the sort of Zen usually reserved for self-righteous Motorcycle Maintenance guides and the world seems to just slow down for just a few minutes and all is good and all is well and all the wind seems to swell the former Farm Fields turn Suburban enclaves and all of them seem to sway in time to the oncoming torrential downpour and it is the sort of beauty that only those with high dollar hedge funds can usually afford to have hanging in their homes look for a moment and I know how selfish this is but for a moment this tranquil slice of honey is all mine


Clem Flowers (They/ Them) is a soft spoken southern transplant living in spitting distance of some mountains in Utah. They enjoy cooking, watching old films, and frequently visiting a local bird sanctuary. Nb & bi, they live in a cozy apartment with their wonderful wife & sweet calico kitty. They can be found on Twitter at @hand_springs777