If I’m a mechanic, I’m a novice despite my years, my experience has only been short diagnostic drives, all ears to the issues volunteered and hidden fears. Some have scoffed at my meager shop, disinclined. Not all cars are happy with my prognosis, and […]
Tag: Poem
Life of a Sock
When life turns tumultuous twisting and churning, Which way should I go, which way is up? …Squirl! What does the sock experience when washed? Does it like the squeezing, rubbing, and spinning? The end will come when the dirt is gone, But to be […]
