Brushed Steel

Soft hands in hard gloves Working brushed steel, Sparks from a welders wheel Ricocheting In an arc like fairy sparklers, Embers smashing into visor green Becoming nothing; Soot and residue collecting, Cutting white hot into steel; Shaping scales on the pine cone; Muscles tight under a heavy jacket Flexing.

Friends and Lovers

A white wine picnic on a blue green blanket; Midsummer Common On a sticky, Midsummer day. Strawberries and Cream and soft baguettes. She flips through Vogue; sampling free perfume from pages with roses and lace. He pages through GQ; the latest fashionand a guide to healthy eating.Young lovers on the common; hands entwined, caressing;An intense exchange of fresh... Continue Reading →

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