tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153239170529797909.post6426379597300992206..comments2024-03-24T10:54:20.657-06:00Comments on Jennifer Ruth Jackson, Poet: Communal StoryJennifer Ruth Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04699005759754946494noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153239170529797909.post-1255843208851915992011-01-26T22:57:45.230-06:002011-01-26T22:57:45.230-06:00Jumping out of passive voice ....
Tommy "col...Jumping out of passive voice ....<br /><br />Tommy "collins" Cullen, looks across the bar in his wagonless fog and sees the unforgettable eyes of Lori, the town witch. One of her eyes looks at the ceiling and is green while the other tends to glare right at a person, filling them with blue terror. Tommy thinks she and her mostly full bottle of fine highland scotch are the most enchanting vision he's ever beheld. He beheld her quickly, with great passion and they rush to marry that very evening. Tommy is caught by the witchy bride and his legs shake with fear as he basks in her beauty and sips good whiskey from her size 18 shoe.HowLynnTimehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07888091432152130146noreply@blogger.com