Dylan Mitchell's Page

I found an old book in the gutter today: A battered blue hardcover unwanted by the world. It had been kicked about by a brutal foot -- more than a few pages were wrinkled and torn. So I plucked it up and carried it home. After I wiped off some of th…

The twinkling yellow and white lights of the marquee are done. The money's made. Nothing but black- ness, and a persistent wind entering my sleeping bag as I try to catch a couple more hours of sleep before sunrise and the sudden return of peo…

I do it at the end of every month. And I no longer feel dirty when I finally make it home again: Cashing in a month's worth of empty pop bottles. I drag two huge sacks to the store — in the funny little granny cart a friend bought me for my birthda…

The brave man in the sky was supposed to stand for America: Any small town boy could grow up and become a hero just like Superman. Just lose the glasses, turn a bright red table cloth into a cape. Nab a couple of bad guys as they almost get away…

If He came back today what would He see? People talking on cell phones instead of to each other. As they mindlessly sidestep the homeless on the downtown sidewalks: Cannot afford to be late for that next big job interview. Security guards would k…