The Outside Toy is nothing but a stick you dragged up from the lake where it floated perhaps from the mountains we loved where you raced, a gazelle over felled trees, or dipped your muzzle into clear streams. We were so alike all those years, before my heart collapsed and you laid there all […]
For thirteen years I’ve walked along this lake, most with a dog, stick in his mouth, longing, eyes on the lake. Now, I can only touch his stick, which he is offering to me, and which I know disappoints him because I can’t throw it into the water until I heal. I’m too focused on […]
Imagine the amount of air that moved through these ducts, heating spaces and toes, providing a warm place for a dog to lie against on the coldest days. To build takes days, months, years even, but destruction takes seconds, or hours. These ducts in the back of my truck, scrap tapping against the window; I’m […]
Tom Schabarum | Writer 