Meditations

The Art of Landscape Maintenance

It’s the end of the day. A long day. I’m tired. Spent. Drenched in sweat. Done. Ready to go. Shades...

Labor-Saving Devices

Dillon grips the wheelbarrow’s wooden handles and starts to wheel away. “Too fast” I tell him. He ignores me and...

The Edges of Our Love

It’s hot. The ground is fissuring. It’s only 7 am and I’m already sweating. I twist the handle of the...

Appalachian?

“They’re in the chesterdrawers” I said. “What?” Kyra asked. “They’re in the chesterdrawers” I said. “What in the world are...

Dispersed

I do stream of consciousness writing just about every weekday morning. I stumbled upon this entry from about a year...

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