scenes from the domestic war front poetry black and red hedge trimmer in hand i set to work conquering these unruly bushes until a spark of amber flame licks at my elbow and then power’s out because i cut off the cord in the course of some friendly fire. Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...