Tag: Flesh and Blood
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divagations, & the friday influence
Elms – C.K. Williams All morning the tree men have been taking down the stricken elms skirting the broad sidewalks. The pitiless electric chain saws whine tirelessly up and down their piercing, operatic scales and the diesel choppers in the street shredding the debris chug feverishly, incessantly, packing truckload after truckload with the feathery, homogenized,…