Six Million Stiches

The urge to go outside comes suddenly–to be amongst the trees and smell the clear cool night air, to be away from the people and the heaviness–alone with the stars. It is past four in the morning and I am standing in the middle of four tall pecan trees. I stand looking up at the sky for long minutes. A …

Window

The carpet he stood on donated from the left overs of a basement remodeling. The crib three years ago given and draped now with jeans and t-shirt. A light blue chipped paint rocking chair in another corner. Then there was the window — two opaque yellow rectangles bordered with white trim against the baby blue cinder block walls. The man …