Monthly Archives: March 2010

My land is bare of chattering folk;

the clouds are low along the ridges, and sweet’s the air with curly smoke from all my burning bridges. Dorothy Parker (1893 – 1967), SANCTUARY Welly well. I’m sitting down and having a beer before my Spring break. Not the Spring break of my 2nd graduate degree, but the spring break of my gainful employment in the school system as… (more…)

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