Through Good And Bad I Am Mine

He stood a stranger in this breathing world, An erring spirit from another hurled;       A thing of dark imaginings, that shaped. By choice the perils he by chance escaped David Lurie may not be a morning person, or a man built for marriage, or even a man of many talents for that matter... Continue Reading →

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I’ve Got A Great Idea

"Starry night, Cassandra? Do you have a fever? In this city we don't have stars in the sky, they are all on TV!! In the sky we have only clouds and pollution. And lights...and flights. Helicopters... Ok, maybe one or another star...but starry night? You're really a city girl Cassandra, that sees a couple of... Continue Reading →

Slowwww Downnnn

"Increasing numbers of young men, like Rocco, feel the need to treat their bodies as a project whereby they re-invent, re-design, package and brand themselves into valuable commodities in order to compete against other employees, to attain and maintain a job and income, and to gain an identity that their employees can use to their... Continue Reading →

Where’s My Star Of Wonder?

"Dear Son! I am being honest but not honest enough. Once up in Minnesota I saw a three-legged bobcat, a not quite whole bobcat with one leg lost to a trap. There is the saw about cutting the horse's legs off to get him in a box. The year it happened to me the moon... Continue Reading →

Daddy Wasn’t There

"Rob Ford showed the world many faces, all real but none really him. He is a jumble of contradictions: attention seeker and shy loner; bully and kind-hearted friend; a savvy politician who can't comprehend much of what happens around him; the self proclaimed 'best mayor this city has ever had' and the guy with such... Continue Reading →

Ctrl + Shift + Del Doesn’t Work

"Captivity does things to you. It shows you how base an animal you can be. How you'd do anything to stay alive and suffer a little bit less than the day before." One of my initial thoughts after finishing the book, and a subtext to the whole relevance of the plot, was how big of... Continue Reading →

It Is Happening Again

"He stopped once I pulled out my tape recorder and asked about the murders. Then it was those whirling wheels that had his full attention. People got such a charge from seeing their names in print. Proof of existence. I could picture a squabble of ghosts ripping through piles of newspapers. Pointing at a name... Continue Reading →

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