Tag Archives: Garlic

E Pluribus Pesto

The poem is pungent with sweat and salt and garlic and groins. And the dressing is no less so. Continue reading

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Die, Vampire, Die.

We all have our demons– ghosts that haunt us, ogres who hide under our beds, vampires that swarm around our heads. I know I’ve got them and, if you’re the least bit introspective, I know you’ve got them, too.

Or, if you happen to be one of those people completely untroubled by the monsters of self-doubt, I’d love to know how you’ve managed it, though I probably won’t believe you. Continue reading

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