I wrote a poem inspired by the current heatwave… The why, the what, the wanton way Pietro trained Tracey! She—pale, wispy, wayward, lost along the sunbeaten path. Her limping gait raises Blitzkrieg sheets of bleached fine-grained sand. Pietro drives her advancing passage Into scenic Death Valley dehydration Without mercy or thought. The brain boils atContinue reading “The Harmful Hazards of Heat”
