Poem: Waxy Buildup by Mark Tulin
Don’t flush, don’t drain my ears, Doc then I’ll be able to hear. I’ll hear all the chatter in theContinue Reading
Don’t flush, don’t drain my ears, Doc then I’ll be able to hear. I’ll hear all the chatter in theContinue Reading
Relaxing under the chassis, hand holding wrench, grease dripping down into the pan. With each oil change, he feels aContinue Reading
When I pick up a copy of your hardcover Making sure the dust cover is intact I gently open yourContinue Reading






