Crimson Flower Efflorescence Photo Montage ©Michael DickelExperimental writing

Experiment three—The Toad’s Garden

This is the third in my current series of experimental writing. Loosely based on Dada and Surrealistic automatic writing, I have collected a list of five words each from ten different folk who either left comments on the blog (leave your five words here, if you wish to be included in future experiments), on Google+, or on Facebook. Contributors to this experiment are: Monika Ashwin VAmpat KoshyMike StoneAllen NettletonJerry IngemangodessofsmallthingsRayona TuneeloChristine A. FarleyJen Pettit, and Peter Valentine.

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UPDATE JAN 2017: My new book, The Palm Reading after The Toad’s Garden includes this story as the title story of the first section.

The Toad’s Garden

A trinket that will traffic in trigonometry falls across a toad’s forest plaza. Love, without sex, creates a constant in the calculations of nothing. The toad lives on a nice and norval diggery ave, where it wonders, “Where’s my gawddamn slippers gorn?!?!”

It’s all a straw dog drawn along the floor. The capacitor follows the missing lines of calculations to enter an elephant. Mercury in retrograde or quicksilver at your feet, tosh. The grumpy steel worries when it will fall, effervescent sparks pluming, lonely, into the rolling molds.

The woman with the beard feels fright for the toad, poor wretch, while tending her garden. The rain-pulse pounds down the crimson flowers. Their efflorescence is the pneuma she seeks to savor. It is a stretch to deliver this thought to her tongue, precocious and fleeting this, and you, yet, still want it, she thinks. Her tongue tastes salty sweat trickling in the heat.

Crimson Flower Efflorescence Photo Montage ©Michael Dickel

Crimson Flower Efflorescence Photo Montage ©Michael Dickel

Menu for the series

Experimental Chaos  |  Experiment two—The Other Day  |  Experiment three—The Toad’s Garden  |  Experiment four—Reflexive Properties  |  Experiment five—Word-Tossed Salad   |  Experiment six—Deciduous Mirror Reflecting


You can read this story
and other Flash Fiction by Michael Dickel
in The Palm Reading after the Toad’s Garden

15 replies »

  1. You are the first person to ask me what it means. I wrote “A nice and norval diggery ave” in the spirit of Carroll’s Jabberwocky (norval and diggery are words I made up), but I meant it to be an elaboration of an acronym “ANANDA”, which means bliss or happiness. In the Hindu Vedas, Upanishads and Bhagavad Gita, ānanda signifies eternal bliss which accompanies the ending of the rebirth cycle. This was part of a line of poetry I wrote in college, “A nice and norval diggery ave, love in neverness dividing always”. The second part was an elaboration of LINDA. Linda was a girl I lost my sanity over. I’m feeling better now, thank you. I was hopelessly mystical in those days. Thanks for making me a part of your experimental writing.

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