Dante’s Inferno uses not just fire and brimstone but the chill of eternal ice to punish the worst sinners.
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Poetry, Prose, and Other Good Stuff Posts
Spring cleaning sometimes reveals those things we have forgotten about but now need to deal with.
“Sourdough: I let them go” is a goodbye poem to months’ worth of babying my starter and baking sourdough bread.
Today’s poem concerns the fraying of an old quilt, and the complexity of repairs. Can all things be repaired?
Today’s poem touches on the idea of side hustles, especially ironing.