saltygutterslush
Today's curious word is: saltygutterslush. My friend and fellow poetry collective member, Sam Mills, defines it as:
in Michigan, saltygutterslush is made of snow; in various ports frequented by the Merchant Marine, however, it is a drunken 1st mate with an ill temper, a florid lexicon and loose morals…
A useful, wet, slushy word for today, as I look out my window at the poor garage cats crouched in the lee of the house between piles of snow and slush, chewing on the food I left out for them. It is a saltygutterslush day, indeed.