Author Archives: wellread

My fingers itched. My index finger was becoming raw from handling strands of lights as I worked them into the dense plastic needles of the growing forest in front of me. The small glass bulbs were hot, not hot enough to burn in most cases but sometimes I would lean my weight on a hand […]

At the far edge of town behind all the facades on top of a hill of rabbit brush and sage there sits a Piano, or maybe a desk all alone on a hill. I’m not sure what it is I would see it in the evenings while riding the train for only 3 seconds at […]