On Fire By Mary Lynn Bracht | 7 September 2016 Sometimes I wish I could light my thoughts on fire and watch them burn to black ash so I could sweep them away with my bare hand and wipe the residue on my jeans and wash the last of it away with bleach in my too small washer, but that’s impossible. Share this:TwitterFacebookMorePinterestLinkedInRedditTumblrPrintEmailLike this:Like Loading...