Monthly Archives: April 2017


They call it grief bacon that cushion of extra tasty layered over pain It is not delicious? Nothing sweeter than old tears lacing chocolate.

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I write after the children and cats are asleep and the news slows like a clock needing winding in an age when most time is measured digitally, and whispered to satellites┬áso it is always right. I need to wait for … Continue reading

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