Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Since when could poets become journalists?

TYNGSBOROUGH - Clad in colorful helmets, screamingly red lips clenched around mouth guards, they wait.

Fierce. Nostrils flared. Eyes slit.

When the whistle finally screams, they kick off, skates thrumming against the hardwood like horse hooves.

A mass of purple and blond ponytails, striped socks, pierced lips, and inked arms shrieks past.

This feature on the first roller derby team in New Hampshire may be the most poetic article The Boston Globe's ever published!

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