Ballad of the Blades

Not quite yet summer The air punctuated Mechanically humming String zipping faster 3,000 revolutions a turn Fingers massaging triggers Droning grass eaters Flipping bits of nature In every direction Some riding high Others pushing forward


The day had been exhausting More running around Catering than I'd care to recall I was angry at something-or-other There were two people prior Taking no notice of the mangled pulp Offering little in the way of actual help He knocked on my door After one look I said You. Car. Now. Suddenly oblivious to... Continue Reading →

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