I’ve never written a rhetorical analysis. Over the last decade of teaching composition at the community college level, a semester hasn’t passed without me assigning it to some poor group of souls, telling them, like they’re taking medicine, “You won’t like it, but it’s for your own good.” I lie. I’ll admit there is value […]
The day is as big as she ever remembers one being. But it starts the same way all the others do, with him. “Mer-wee!” It’s only a slight slur today. That’s good. On others his speech comes out in thick moans that crawl across the smoke-filled air onto bare walls, once bright white but now
Old dice rolling and tumbling as they enter a casino, the forgotten habits and gumshoe tricks come right back as social networking whores of cheap commerce, perfume, and liquor. A game is to be played. That is, a game must be played. For those antics have purpose, no trickery here. You can still beat the
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