Rats, Part 2: Karma
The rats continue to plague me. I want a gun but… everyone keeps telling me it’s not so good an idea.
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The rats continue to plague me. I want a gun but… everyone keeps telling me it’s not so good an idea.
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Has art lost its power to disturb us? Have we stopped talking because of legislated shame? […]
“You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms … “ (The opening words of “You Will Hear Thunder” by Anna Akhmatova) Two events have me wondering about my writer’s soul. I am creating a working definition based upon the importance of truthful observation and expression in all its shades of black […]