Author Archives: tpcushman
Never Again Speak Their Name
When these obscene tragedies happen, one feels so devastated, and yet so powerless. But we are not. Here’s what I want to do. To every mass shooter and terrorist, whether you used explosives or guns, whether you did it for … Continue reading
ReFresh
-March- A grey and cracked concrete box half-filled with frozen dirt and drifts of dirty snow. It must have been a planter, I decide, though that seems too genteel a term for this rough and broken nursery. But against all … Continue reading
‘Dev’
‘Dev’ is from Sri Lanka. He has dark brown hair and light brown skin with thick, perfectly level eyebrows. The eyebrows threaten to overwhelm his deep-set, emerald eyes which are never at rest and which have an intensity that is … Continue reading
‘Alberto’
‘Alberto’ is from Honduras. He looks to be about 40 years old. He works full-time and he also works part-time. I caught up with him at his part-time job, cutting grass and doing yard work. It was hot and humid, … Continue reading
Interstate Communion
Driving down the Interstate, in the West, on an early Summer evening, my dreams speed out ahead of me, showing me a life not nearly finished. While at the next slowly-curving turn, my memories flood out behind me, overwhelming the road … Continue reading
Norway 2017
Simple, intentional and slightly surprising; that is Norwegian design. Take, by way of example, the chairs at the City Hall in Hamar, Norway. I wish I’d gotten more video of these chairs, or even better I wish I’d shot some … Continue reading
Equal to the Task
Trees reach up in a pale, winter sky, leaves gone, only branches and bark remain. The branches divide, divide again, ever smaller dark fingers grab at cold sunlight. Trees dive down, below frozen ground. Blind roots push out, search cold … Continue reading