We kind of hated Jackson and Sara. What could we do? They were our friends. We went out for dinner once every three months or so.
May 2021
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Notoriously Abused
To some writers the adverb is a largely pointless outcropping of language; to them a sentence is a lean thoroughfare…
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Shearing Season (and other poems)
When the fleshy clefts healed
in the lambs’ ears, finely edged
with fur, I knew it was time
and grabbed a sheep by the leg.