Embodiment of the skunk
Thinking about stinking! Here I am reading this week's Full Frontal column for the Newport Mercury. About being legendary, like the skunk. Could you imagine smelling so bad post-mortem, that your enemies wouldn't even want to kill you? That's some power.
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It's me, Jennifer Bernice (rhymes with "Furnace": it was my Granny's name) Sutkowski
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Like a tarot card wrapped in a pierogi swathed in a dream.