A Slow March (Part 1)

His footsteps swish-swish over the concrete in an odd rhythm. A broken hip that never fully healed. He can barely lift his feet, yet we keep the shackles on his ankles. We have to. Those are the rules. We can’t allow any chance of escape. Or any morsel of dignity. His lame shuffle slows us.... Continue Reading →

Poem: What on Earth?

Desperate for likes and nominal friends, Swallowing whole what the T.V. says, But never a thought for how it all ends, What on earth are we doing?   Not happy with plenty, only with more, With no idea what we are here for, As long as we’re better than the man next door, Where on... Continue Reading →

Book Review: Crime and Punishment

There are many rules when it comes to writing, and different authors favour different rules. Hemingway liked the effect of short sentences, Stephen King is big on ditching adverbs, and then there’s what seems to be Fyodor Dostoevsky’s rule of choice: punch the reader in the conscience. Well, old Fyodor is at it again in... Continue Reading →

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