The master of archideas


They come easily, as in a dream. I tend to them carefully, reflect on them and follow their growth. If they take on shapes and directions I don’t appreciate, I’m not afraid of ceasing to nourish them, to let them perish. But always with a melancholy regret for the demise of a possibility.

Leonard Blumfeld (© 2007)

Author’s note
Originally published in German, where the Archidee/Orchidee (archidea/orchid) pun works perfectly, at Ultrakurzgeschichten. Translated by myself.


About James Steerforth

I am an author of poetry and fiction, translator and painter who loves to have fun with borrowed feathers.
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