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Another Letter, Life In Lockdown Of Your Favourite Heathen Introvert, And A Life Hack

letters by paulaB2020-04-112020-12-16
pictures by paulaB2020-04-082021-01-13

thinking of when i ride Rose again

and i close my eyesdreaming of curves up aheadthe wind in my hair

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So Mom, Lex Is A #CuomoSexual

letters by paulaB2020-04-072021-02-18

A Strange Kinda Freedom In Lockdown, And A Puppy Dog On Guard For Me

letters by paulaB2020-04-012020-12-16

So Mom, Let Me Tell Ya Bout The Great Arachnid Hunter And Other Pleasing Anecdotes For Fear

letters by paulaB2020-03-312020-03-31

A Letter To My Dead Mom Where I Tell Her About The COVIdiots And How I’ve Learned To Cope With Lockdown Anxiety

letters by paulaB2020-03-272020-11-27

Between Panic And Calm, Love And Loathing, Us And Them, Healers And Hoarders, Is My Chihuahua

letters by paulaB2020-03-262020-03-31

I'm A Zen Master Of Isolation, But That Line Between Sanity And Madness Can Be Kinda Thin Right Now

letters by paulaB2020-03-222020-03-24
letters by paulaB2020-03-202020-03-24

The Heartbreaking Reality Unfolding Down Yonder In The Land Of My Birth

Gnash my teeth, if I had any left, seething rage, as I watch the number of positive tests for the virus tick up, and deaths mount across the land, and thousands are going to die needlessly because of the inaction of one man. Incompetence, or evil, same difference, whether with ignorance of intent, the dead […]

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Panic, Pandemic, and The Fifth Letter To The Prettiest Girl In Town

letters by paulaB2020-03-152020-03-24
essays by paulaB2020-03-112020-03-11

haiku to close of winter

cross an icy pondkissing the springs golden tips winter nods… adieu

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essays by paulaB2020-03-022020-03-02

At The Age Of Giving Zero Fock-A-Roonies, And How I Got Here – the 4th letter to the prettiest girl in town

Whilst tapping the proverbial foot, I await this thing I have avoided for over a decade. Queued, with no particular place to go, I await this call that will determine the date of removal of what remains of my shoddy munchers, as I dream of the day my teeth no longer make me look like […]

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remains of the old vic

pictures by paulaB2020-02-252020-12-05

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