Fire

Sadness is a child who conjures fire. He finds a railroad track in some woods by his Green Meadows mobile home, arranges some sticks and bark he scavenged from the ground on that track in the shape of a tent, and lights the loose bark underneath it with blue tip matches from under the kitchen… Continue reading Fire

Dirt

When I was one of those kids teachers talk about after everybody’s left for the day, digging in the dirt was the only thing that made me feel clean enough to inhabit. So there I was, in the grasses behind our back yard, with just my feet sticking out of the earth my cupped little… Continue reading Dirt

Cushion

When it comes to the loneliness epidemic and what I think about it, it’s seeing the good in being lonely, and loneliness in being good, that I find truly good. I came to this conclusion one night during the workweek, when, after having a really fine day at work, I found myself lying back on… Continue reading Cushion