The Invisible Writer
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"Poetry is what happens when nothing else can"
Charles Bukowski
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Cash and the unthinkable, unimaginable, and terrible chainsaw incident
I’m not a lumber jack, but for a few days back in 2019, I was. To be exact it was late August of 2019, the time of year when summer makes its final stand in the Pennsylvania sky before winter sets in. The temperatures that year were still in the high eighties. Good weather to get out and saw wood, I thought. Wanting to be safe on my first day of cutting and maiden voyage as a brethren of Paul Bunyan I wore long sleeves, boots, and long pants which led to a lot of sweating later on. I started out early, well early for me about ten or so in the morning which means I got up around eight and before you chastise me too much and say that’s not early, I should tell you that I work at night and get off at two or three in the morning most days. Okay, that explained back to the story. I had been outside in almost ninety-degree heat wearing long sleeves, jeans, and work boots with sweat dripping from the sides of my face, as if rain clouds had nested in my hair. My hands were numb from hours of constant vibrations coming from the new Craftsmen chainsaw I bought the week prior. The safety precautions I had practiced at every point most of which concerned my dog, a black German Shepherd, named Cash had started to lax and at this moment several hours in, I had almost completely forgotten them.
By The Invisible Writer2 years ago in Petlife
The Great Bike Race
1998 UCI Championships Melbourne, Australia “Wow that was some race. One for the History books. The first ever female champion of the UCI World BMX Championships and now we’ve got her right here with our own Brent Dingle. “Brent take it away.”
By The Invisible Writer3 years ago in Fiction
Blue Sink
BLUE SINK Acid Bath’s Dead Girl rang out of the speakers of Tom Boyd’s 1990 Mustang Gt as he stuck his foot down on the accelerator spraying gravel and rocks behind the Mustangs rear bumper. The Florida sun was hot overhead, and time was wasting. Tom looked over at Charlie’s banana boat yellow 69’ Cadillac Coupe Deville and smiled, today was going to be a blast. In his backseat some of his best friends sat with their hands pressed palms up against the headliner that stretched across the GT’s roof to keep from sliding into each other as it spun out of the parking lot. Schools out was his only thought as the tires underneath the mustang screeched onto the pavement.
By The Invisible Writer3 years ago in Fiction
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