It Rhymes with Socks

The word collided with her tongue and palate over and over till it bloated and morphed into an amoeboid, anomalous word, yet vaguely familiar. Millions of tiny minions in her limbic system, suddenly charged with an unknown strength, darted off to Archives to retrieve the phlox file from a dusty back shelf.

I’ve Moved!

So Long, Blogger! We had a good run, but it was time to move on. Please tour the new site and do write back with what you think about it..problems you… Read more »