Tag Archives: Work

Laid to Rest

You were laid to rest today, and you would laugh, wouldn’t you, at that phrase, knowing full well it would be the only way for you to rest? Rarely did I see you rest until your body and mind so … Continue reading

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Bushes

A small stack of thick, twisted, gnarly branches, and a compact pile of evergreen a man high are all there is to show for twenty plus years of growth. It was inherited landscaping we grew tired of after eighteen years … Continue reading

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Journeyman

Factory smells, sweat, grease, cigarette smoke, worn home every day. Calloused hands, with the right missing half a thumb and the two first fingers, sacrificed to a drill press. Black lunch pail, a thermos of soup, and a bologna sandwich … Continue reading

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