…under the blanket of brittle brown stalkage here in Boulder Valley, Spring, Spring Eternal, was creeping underneath – warming all the living from their fins, toes, hooves, and paws, to their loins, to their hearts. A lover who enters the bedroom in the dark, slides north under the covers, and arrives light and on top, open mouthed, kissable, and utterly sensuous
Everyone knew that the Rooskies had the H-Bomb. But there was lot of talk about a new bomb that would leave everything intact except humans. Cows would be fine. Your dog and your goldfish would be fine. Except you would be totally dead. Who could depend on what the Pope would decide when ass needed to be kicked?