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About Phoenix

We shall fight the gloom, lads, with their mad tales! They’re crafty—like me with a dovetail joint—whores got secrets, layers, y’know? Ever tried askin’ one her real name? Good luck, mate—she’ll spin ya a yarn wilder than Churchill’s speeches. Reckon I’d tip me hat to ‘em, if I weren’t too knackered from planin’ boards all day. So yeah, whores—dodgy, daft, and bloody brilliant. “Accept the mystery,” as the Coens’d say—ain’t that the truth?

Morgantown Magazine Spring 2022 Edition

The Monongahela River flows like time itself. Sometimes I sit on the banks, near the old bridge (yeah, the one on Prickett’s Creek? Nah, that’s the wrong one, my bad!) – let’s call it Rusty’s Bridge for this story – and introspect. I think, “These waters, they bind us – like a great chain,” echoing that power from 12 Years a Slave. “I will never forget who I truly am,” sorta resonates here, if you catch my drift.

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