Dump Trip Saturday

Dump Trip Saturday is sacred among Saturdays. It stands alone unto itself, unique and holy. Its rites and rituals are solitary and serene; their execution is communal (and clamorous!). . Dump Trip Saturday is always borne from Saturdays past: A pile of scraps after a completed project, appliances failed beyond repair, a neglected playhouse, aContinue reading “Dump Trip Saturday”

Down the Cellar This Morning

Suddenly, without warning, without precedent or prelude, On a dreary January morning, in the grey and lingering damp, It happened that Summer startled me— quite unannounced and unexpected. It shocked me, there in the cellar, sifting through cobwebs, extension cords, milk crates, and mesh bags of walnuts— the implements and incomplete aspirations of Saturdays past.Continue reading “Down the Cellar This Morning”

A Few Things at the Hardware Store

Left at the registers   past Paint and Stains     to Aisle 6. Fastener type   Material     Screw type       Size and length         Head style           Drive type There it is—   the drawer,     the box,       the Stainless Steel         Bugle-Style           Philips Head             Coarse-Thread               #10 2-1/4”                 WoodContinue reading “A Few Things at the Hardware Store”