Poetry is everywhere.
Poetry is everywhere.
Who gets to define what trouble is?
From a recent conversation: Me: “I need someone from maintenance to come out and remove some car parts from the middle of my drawbridge, as they are backing up traffic.” “Um… That drawbridge is no longer in our system.” “Er, yes it is. I think you’re thinking of the Montlake Bridge.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, …
The View from a Drawbridge 