A brace of sonnets? A pair of Parkers? A tale of two nibs? Cascade Gold and the Firedance Kid? How much more desperate can I get at reaching for titles that'll just make everybody cringe? This time round, I'm looking at a pair of vintage Parker Sonnets from about the mid' 1990s. I'm also trying …
2019-07-29 It was Sunday, and being the confirmed atheist I am, I was working; but being just as confirmed in my indolence as my lack of religious faith, I was working about as not very hard as I could get away with, and with a large cup of cold-brew coffee and crushed ice to hand, …
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