OUR CATEGORY : Mark Featherstone

The Difference

As a boy, he’d crouch like an Olympian in the tenebrous belly of the garbage pit, shielding the lantern’s nub of flame, and stroking intermittently the hockey stick he couldn’t see for darkness by his boot. And when the denizens, bald-tailed, all crept foolishly afoot, he willed the lantern’s mantle fulgent, closed his fist about […]