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


The other day I dreamed I was dating a cheese pizza. It initiated physical contact by holding my hand as we walked through a forest. Concealed by pines, we used the privacy of their needles to chance a first kiss, and it tasted really good, and smelled nice too. It had an authentic way about… Continue reading Mushroom