Jaundiced views of political moves shatter the credibility. Tattered news can only prove maundered fallibility. Sauntered news casually eschews truthful probability.   Journalistic hubris, as portrayed by the Righteous few. Is liberalism the reason for the Red, White, and Blue? The newspaperman always printed and painted. The news itself was always tainted. In 1776, a shot was heard; first fired by the printed word!   Fre...

It had taken some time for Alex to assess his situation after Arakne disappeared. Of the multitude of supplies he had started out with, only his bag, a few changes of clothes and an empty water sack remained. Even the gold he'd hidden within a pocket on the inside of his shirt was gone. That damn witch, he cursed silently. It was going to be a long walk, especially without knowing where in the forest he was. Alex sighed a...

I don't want to hear it.All about how you became this way, Or any way at all. Face all the facts. It was your decision to make your life hell,And now you fall. But don't you tell me such a whiny story. I don't want to hear it, 'cause... Take away the drugs. Take away the booze.Take away the pain that's in the news. Take away the screaming. Take a way the fighting.What is left but peace in this big blue sky? I just want to...

Chapter Fifteen - Minerva I run out of the café and race to the truck. I climb in and start crying, horrible, gut-wrenching sobs. I hear the door open and jump before I look over and see that it is Nick. He sits quietly next to me while I sob. “She’s a strong girl,” Nick says when I finally settle down and stop crying. “She’ll make it.” “I know she’s strong but I can’t help worrying.” I tell him looking at him. “I am scar...

Chapter Two Walking into the house, I step out of my shoes, shut the door behind myself and start toward the stairs to my room. “Kayla, is that you? Can you come in to the lounge room please?” my mother calls out to me. “Sure, Mum,” I say, walking into the lounge room, bags still in hand. “Am I in trouble?” I see my mum sitting in her favourite spot in the lounge. Dad was sitting on the lounger beside her. Looking at them...

Black Squirrels From white squirrels on lawns, a child's handbook full of revolutionary popcorn in sewn-shut pockets: advice from a birthday present, "Steal This Book: or what to wear to a riot." I wore OD and combat boots,  all I could afford (the next year brought running shoes lined with newspaper, encased in Wonder, angry at not being allowed to run  barefoot - flatout in the 440 or the mile - long-legged, proud) and...

“Expert” may be parsed  into meaningful meme components: “ex” signifying former and “spurt,” a drip under pressure a Fox News expert on single mothers and the black family, says derelict parents nothing to do with slavery the struggles of Black America have nothing to do with slavery in talking points commentary not a sociologist but more a bigot, all sharp elbows with a facile voice louder than its weight  in content sho...

"Difficult . . ." difficult doesn't begin  to encapsulate, or capture:  "this." “This:” is unimaginable. I do my best to stand witness because someone must; to be present: a present, tense as long as it’s unobserved and given anonymously. ------------------- baseball could be biking could be political twitter-sex to cheat to win to scandal someone on the news just said "it was wideblown" meaning widespread and "everyone w...

Chapter 30 The Elusive Truth “He is not a hostage. I’m talking about the Koms that were taken by the Blisps. This is why the war started again. You knew it. But instead of attempting to free them, you just bombed the whole country. Why? We’re going to Komkaran now to tell everything to Kallitris. See how he will like you destroying his motherland when the situation could have been resolved peacefully!” “I don’t think it m...

FRIENDS, BEAR WITH ME. I HAVE TO JUMP 15 YEARS INTO THE FUTURE as the rest of the book takes place from the time Domiarn is 31 to the time he is 39. It should be self-explanatory, but if you have questions, you can PM me! Chapter 12 The Premonition The most extraordinary thing about love is that you do not question your feelings for someone until others start doing that. Kallitris and I are coming back from a walk, or rat...

Yesterday, I read about a bomb that killed a family in Afghanistan twelve hours ago-- four children, their parents and another man, a friend, perhaps, or a grand-parent who, just before their house exploded, was eating soup, talking, maybe laughing. In the photograph neighbors standing in the rubble raise their fists, a woman holds her weeping face. In Darfur I read about the raping of the women in a village by invading s...