So there we were, already locked into it, no backing out now. “It’s the course we are on, sorta call it Manifest Destiny,” I said…
The squall line came in from the west bringing gusts from a rain shield fiercely filling that once empty lake whose murky waters had long…
There was a time, back in the Days of Yore when poetry was an art and really did sound like music that you wanted to…
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Published by broussardlana on July 11, 2016City Council of White Settlement, how did you decide? To oust the library cat from his job when there was no upside Tried? no cat…