Pocket Full of Mr. E.

Some of you may remember that I did some writing prior to this blog opening. I lost a substantial amount of it when my other blog died, and it is with much thanks to Andres Perales that I have a new place to write. I have located some of my old writings, though. I will [...]

The night is dark, as if the world, in mourning for the death of Peace, has taken on sackcloth. The pre-dawn sky is littered with stars, like pinholes of hope piercing the robe of mourning. I have stepped outside for a breath of relatively fresh air before meandering to my tent and cot for a [...]