I write because I know it is going to take a lifetime of writing to explain the answer. I write because there are novels with my name on them; maybe even a poem that comes from my own mind yet… Read More ›
sporks
A True Story and Sporks are Rad
“Look, mummy, no roof!” The no-more than five-year old kid could barely contain his excitement as he clutched at his mom’s purse. I looked to where he pointed and smiled when I realized what he was talking about. She was… Read More ›
eternal Domnation 