[author’s note: read this poem aloud for full effect] I was slammed as soon as I walked through the door in the weeds, so deep in the weeds that I couldn’t tell the dandelions from the nasturtiums from heads of romaine I was on the line before I knew it on the line, way down…
Garlic Press Gallery
My photo-journalistic homage to the evils of the garlic press…. Click to View Gallery