Stories by Miles Venison
Underneath our skin aren't we all the same? Flesh and blood, a beating heart, two kidneys and a brain, Ligaments and tendons, a larynx and some glands, All of us are human, the work of the same hand. Don't we all have livers? And intestines large and small? Why, the blessing of a bladder... Continue Reading →
Victor Hugo gives us fair warning with Les Misérables, letting us know right there in the title this is a sad tale. At times I had difficulty reading it; I had to keep a box of tissues beside me. But it was overwhelmingly worth it. Jean Valjean is freed after serving nineteen years as a... Continue Reading →
Last year I visited a psychiatrist. He told me some mumbo jumbo about me having unresolved issues, and then said he was going to help me work through them. Ha! That’s rich coming from someone who looks like my stepfather. The quack then charged me a hundred and fifty dollars for the one-hour session! I... Continue Reading →
A memory lost, for a second recalled, As I gazed at the man in the glass on the wall, I saw in that moment the face of a boy, His eyes full of wonder, his smile full of joy. The glimpse was snatched, at once replaced, With disappointment at my haggard face, Drawn with... Continue Reading →
In Search of Lost Marbles 