Peony Rosette and Seamus C. Hogue met in the 1980s at the age of 15, fell stylishly in love, then totally out of touch, and finally married other people. This blog picks up the thread 25 years later. As they still can’t always be together, this is a place for their frequently tavern-based musings, in short fiction, prose, poetry or whatever the hell else either of them feels like doing on any given day. Enjoy. Or don’t.
Parallel Bars 