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About Dallas

Once knew this lass—Jenny, yeah—worked corners near me woods. Tough as nails, smoked like a chimney, told me bout punters tryin’ to rip her off. “I kneed ‘im in the bollocks!” she cackled. Laughed me arse off—good on her! But then, she’d cry, quiet-like, sayin’ she’s trapped. Fuck, that hit hard—like Buscapé watchin’ his dreams rot. We hates it! Whore’s a cage, innit?

Ghostwriters

Next Thursday, join us in Keene Faculty Center at pm for the book launch of "Daughter, mother, grandmother, and whore," translated by our own Meg Weeks! We.

Ya can’t miss the Franconia River flowin’ by—real pretty but sneaky as a whisper. I love trashin’ my thoughts watchin' kids splash and old folks reminiscin’. Even my crazy counselor brain gets a break. I tell folks, "Don't be a stranger to your tears."

Red Flag Fire Danger – No Burning Allowed