Category Archives: Screeds

Angry? You won’t like me when I’m angry . . .

intersection

In the twenty-four seconds it takes for the red to green chemical exhaust wafts subtly over the pavement and sidewalks invades the neighborhood explores yards and gardens and lungs settles in to work its mayhem a gift from waiting motorists … Continue reading

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turtles

We duck beneath a helicopter blade rotation: that makes some sense, although it’s slicing well above our heads. Think of the headsman’s axe taking a swing: you feel the little nick as he adjusts, the way you would measure chopping … Continue reading

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complaint

Why does each spring have to bring such a mess? all the mud and the crud that is left and won’t go; then that dandruff debris shed by maples on walks that gathers in corners like nasty mementos of snow. … Continue reading

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