Love died at fifty it didn’t drain like a small hole in a cup it was discovered missing and, upon … More
Sometimes you need to lacerate with words. I did. For SIXTY YEARS. Putting the sword down. Finally.
“…and there’s something I want to do about the suburbs…” No! That’s mine! You got your magnum opus from your … More
There are few things my brain will do faster than whip up a clunky portmanteau, so much so that when I … More