The Hill
Friday, November 21st, 2008
Behind the house rows and fence lines, the boys sit in tree shadows felled by the moonlight. One takes a matchbook from his coat pocket and turns his back to block the wind as he lowers the small flame to some lose sticks the other has collected. Cloud breath lifts around them in a miniature fog while the brush is lit. Pushed into the close pile are rocks and burned coal once imbedded in the dirt but now a loosened base for the fire. (more…)
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I was fascinated by mirrors when I was about four years old. One of my earliest memories is holding a make-up mirror up to a larger one over the bathroom sink. The effect it created was one long chain of mirrors, one after another, the same image re-created, getting smaller and smaller and curving off into infinity.
I remember thinking that if stepping into another dimension were ever possible, it would involve playing two mirrors off one another. I used to stand at the sink and imagine crawling into the smallest image I could see, which usually consisted of my eye, a section of my forehead and hair, and my fist that was holding the smaller mirror. I’d crane my neck to try to change perspectives – to see where the chain of mirrors disappeared to. This all feels like a dream now – and it did then too. I felt like I had company there with me, like I could walk in to meet an audience of watchers, or someone could step out to be with me. And, I remember this always happened in the summer timean with the sun shining and windows open, better images on fair weather days.
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