When I first read an article about the death of Kim Wall and the Danish inventor, aptly called Peter Madsen, I thought it was a satirical piece. I thought that it was fiction. Doh! Recent world events and changes in world media should’ve told me, by now, that we live in a time of surreal…
I was relieved to see her on my walk along the river front with the black heron and squatting geese Although relief is not what I thought I’d feel A sweet smell rose from the river it was not unpleasant, at least though some people might say so Flowers drooped from…
Mrs. Banks looked down over the sodden lawn and tried to ignore the wailing coming from the upstairs bedroom. Thick clouds rolled in over the lake with the grim promise of more rain. The flames of Edward’s fire glowed orange in the wet haze, flickering out of his hut window, down by the lake. Mrs.…
DON’T WORRY ABOUT YOUR MINI SUSHI SNACK THE FISH CALLED THEY DON’T WANT THEIR GUTS BACK DON’T FUSS OVER YOUR TERIYAKI CHICKEN BITES ALL THE CHICKEN ARE DEAD
Dream, asks the billboard. Asks? This the 21st century. Dream! The billboard demands I dream. Without the billboard I have no dreams, without my dreams the billboard has no purpose. Bold and agitating, the billboard greets me at 3:30 pm each day when I leave Victoria station on the southbound train for Margate. Dream! What…
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