A simple wooden glider at the curb for Bulk Trash Day. Its rear cushion sags and hangs tenuously by a loop re-sewed twice. The armrests have long since lost the softness of their pseudo suede and are worn and polished like a haystack rock on the Oregon coast. Years ago, the chipboard seat support bentContinue reading “A Simple Wooden Glider”
Tonight was the closest that I have ever come to seeing our county, our town, and our home from the view of my own wife, my own flesh.