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Sealed petals tenderly chaste, endorsing ardent purity laced; rambling shades swell blue, lavender, pink and white, enchanting gardens with magnetic...

, Cooking The Blues By Paul McCann Take this heartache and bitterness and all the grudges and the stress then screw down the lid of the pressure pot...

I've always loved the bumble bee. I'll stop the car to hug a tree. Never sprayed a bush with my pee. Even prefer to drink green tea. Don't always...

As the town adjusts to life under Fairfax's occupying army, Maben comes face to face with his fraternal other.

I went home for a few days. Not home, home, just to see Molly, my wife, or ex-wife, but it was really to get away from them. Dave wasn’t sure if...

Whose is the death cult? Who fights wars yet clings to 'life unworthy of living?' We live; We sing; We dissent. Their system is primitivity: it's '...

2/6/22 (4/6/22) Alfred was a bit jealous. His brief stint as a caretaker King for Henry VIII had given him a slight thirst for power, particularly...

I put this hard-copy rant in a glass retro grape soda bottle. From, like, back before the time when you could just say ‘Grape Soda’ and open your...

As you all know there is no copyright on titles. In any case, this is the title of a terrific track by PJ Harvey on To Bring You My Love. IP - thanks for giving me an excuse to play some Polly. Image is author's own fault.