Mud Sweat

A little ‘fridge poetry to welcome the Spring (and yes, it’s driving me bazoinkers that ‘marriage’ is misspelled).

Job Security

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“A grid?” She looked out over the expanse of black, freshly-tilled dirt, steam rising as the sun rolled across and heated what she had so rapturously gone over with her rototiller earlier that morning. Continue reading

Carry On

Yellow autumn leaves

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She placed one hand on her lower back and kneaded. He leaned rakishly against her neck, an over-familiar boyfriend, amorous and a little bit drunk. Both knew what was coming. Curling her shoulder to steady him, she swept her sleeve across her brow and looked longingly up at the near-bare deciduous. Continue reading