A long time ago, I had an imaginary friend who was a clown. Then he shape-shifted into a ghost, then into my parents, then into a gaggle of coiled cobras that happened to look and act a lot like my parents. But first he was a clown. His makeup ran and his tongue tended to […]
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The Thing About Love
“To love, to be hurt often, and to love again – this is the brave and happy life.” — J.E. Buckrose Like an outage, where the power blinks off, only to return a moment later, Valentine’s Day arrived yesterday, then disappeared. Here, then Poof! Hasta la vista. See you next year. I’m pretty sure a lot […]