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Jim, Hot, you say! Is that your countrified way of exaggerating? Don’t you dare tell me you know from hot, farmboy, until you’ve spent a weekend in a thin wood […]
Jim, Hot, you say! Is that your countrified way of exaggerating? Don’t you dare tell me you know from hot, farmboy, until you’ve spent a weekend in a thin wood […]
Acoustic rhythm, singing slow, She’s naked now and she won’t go. The mem’ry’s clear, the window glows With frost, the sun behind it flows It drips, opaque, smoky yellow The […]
A pile of pine needles, my breath in the air. Here’s the backyard, and the snow on top of it. Where in the white I dropped my keys, I don’t […]
The seasonal wights did not come in airs of pestilence, as their cousins, the blights. They came on the equinoctial turns, when the smells of the seasons lured them from […]
‘Twas a baleful fog last night that filled the empty streets. This being early November, and 3 o’clock in the morning, I was quite by myself, exempt from traffic lights’ […]