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I was young, and that’s my excuse, I just did not know when I saw the little wheel of cheese so soft and creamy on the label. ..

My private Pensacola jungle overlooked the bay where I was isolated in live oaks and Spanish moss. It is there I hid to read and be transpo..

I rumble down a mountain road, through low clouds, and there she is! In the wee hour dark; she sails in on a shriek, a daughter of Lil..

The problem is, some sort of feline encephalitis. when they get it, they die. It comes from little nasties that used to feed on bobca..

I wonder how it must have been… humans in perfect safety, perfect peace every plant a kind food, nutritious, delicious. Life without c..

The problem is, some sort of feline encephalitis. when they get it, they die. It comes from little nasties that used to feed on bobc..

The rusty old man, shoes covered with fallen leaves, moves alone toward winter.

The first cigarette I ever smoked was after dark. A fresh, long reject from someone’s car with magenta lipstick on the filter. I..

Momma made a quilt for me from old dresses and rags she saved. My lover took it to the park that day and spread it in the glade. It was the..

There is a carnival in the sky flashing light and making noise, threatening rivers of rain to come with lights a-spin and thunder, too. ..